I really like birthdays. I grew up in a big busy family. But when one of us had a birthday, the day slowed down. A cake was made. The fine china dessert plates, coffee cups and saucers brought out. I can see those special days in my mind's eye clearly, still. I remember voices and my grandma's smile. I can still feel my grandpa's warm wonderful hug. I can still here the ting of a coffee cup being set down on a saucer.
Now, in our home, we follow the same traditions. A birthday is a sacred day. A birthday is, above all, a slow day.
We celebrated Eric yesterday. I even caved to the little one's wishes and purchased a cookie cake from Target, complete with Happy Birthday Eric in extra creamy frosting with little bites of sugar crunch. Oh, it was a happy moment for all when candles were lit.
A pace is set. A wish is settled on. Magic happens.
I really like birthdays.
