We’re celebrating our ten year college reunion at Homecoming this weekend. My all time favorites are returning to relive the good times that we had and fabricate stories about the ones we didn’t. These people shaped my life so tremendously that my belief in the Sovereignty of God and my gratitude towards the Office of Admissions are both unwavering. I hope to have a tent on the driveway and my children dressed in green and gold with ribbons in their hair. Just like in the alumni magazine. We shall see. Tents are easier than children.
After Homecoming we sail into Halloween, where Sofia the First, and Sofia the First as a Fairy named Rapunzel Pinkie Pie on a horse, and Small Generic Consignment Store Toddler Fairy will run door to door unafraid of the frightnening decorations because we got caught in Howl-O-Scream again this year, and what is there to fear after that?
Four days later we celebrate the birth of a five year old, four days later the birth of a one year old, a few weeks later we’ll party like the pilgrims, then roll into another Colonial Christmastime with Grand Illumination, celebrate the birth of a seven year old (WHAT?), celebrate the birth of the Christ Child, and ring in a New Year. In that order. Eight weeks, three major birthdays, three major holidays, and a partridge in a pear tree.
It starts this weekend and this year, I cannot wait. Past years I’ve cried and gone fetal. It probably helps that there’s no c-section involved this year. But I’m excited to celebrate, really celebrate - those friends, these children, this life, our God.
Olivia is having a “Land Before Time” birthday. This would have been really easy, say 18 years ago,presently it’s a bit more challenging. But enter my new life motto: nothing is impossible with the help of a few Amazon independent sellers. (Who ARE these people with party cups made in 1989…?)
We borrowed this scratched almost classic from the library a few months ago. (Then we forgot to return it and it cost me 9.00 in fines.)
The kids rejected it. Possibly because, due to the library quality, one third of it was in black and white and silent. But I love the title. I’m stealing it for this season :”The Time of the Great Giving”. Much has been given. Much will be given. Let’s celebrate.
Here we go.