Oh my glory. Last night was...well, one of our parties.
May brought me those flowers and I've never seen more beautiful. I swooned as I cut their ends and put them in the vase.
"Having you wasn't THAT hard," I told her.
I was overwhelmed.
It was a good cast of characters. Hank and Anna and Taylor and May and Michael and Lily and Jason and Owen and Gibson.
This is what Gibson's cast looks like.
It goes all the way up to his diaper. And he's handling it so beautifully. It's just his new reality but he broke my heart, shattered it, when he came in last night. His daddy set him down on the floor and Owen rushed up to see his brother (they had been separated all afternoon) and Gibson said in his husky little man voice, "Look Owen! It okay now! I walk!"
And then he slipped and almost fell and we all reached for him but it made him cry and he didn't want to try to walk any more after that although we put thick rubber bands around the foot to make it non-slip. But he had a good time being passed from person to person and playing Wii games with Daddy and Boppy and Owen.
The doctor told Lily to let him do whatever he wanted to do and could do within the confines of the cast and I'm sure he'll be getting around fine in a day or two but still- it's hard to see. No more swimming, no running around and it'll be hot and itchy. They're going to take it off in a week, do another X-ray, see what's what. I am just hoping that it heals miraculously fast.
I set up the ceviche in the kitchen with chips and diced avocados and the macha sauce I made with plain old crushed red peppers and everyone went crazy. It was delicious and when it was time to eat the okra and tomatoes and corn bread, we were already mostly full but we managed to eat some of those too. Between the supper and the cake-time, Mr. Moon set up the telescope outside and showed Owen the moon and he came in to get me so that I could look too. It was so awesome. Owen helped me put the chickens up in the dark, he helped me count them, make sure they were all safe. He is growing up so fast. Here he is, doing his now traditional job of putting the candles on the cake.
Which yes, was getting a bit slidey in the heat. Oh well. It ate beautifully. His daddy and I even let him help light the candles with a big kitchen match. No one got burned.
And wishes were made and candles blown out.
I wonder how many times in my life we have done this as a family. And it's always good. Always.
My beautiful May. My beautiful children. I can't wait until Jessie and Vergil move back and we will all truly be together for these celebrations.
Owen and Gibson helped unwrap presents.
There was approval.
And Owen got so tired that he started saying, "Can we leave?" and people packed up leftovers and dishes were washed and kisses and hugs given and the telescope put away and people left and the house was quiet again and we were so tired.
A long day. A good day, even with a broken leg involved and I know that Gibson is going to be fine but it doesn't mean that my heart is not sore that his mobility has become so much lessened. His spirit has certainly not been. He liked it that we all signed his cast with markers and he seems a bit mystified that we're all so concerned about him. As Taylor said on Facebook, "That baby is so cool and nonchalant about that cast." He seems to be in no pain at all. And that is the best.
"Whose birthday is next?" Owen asked me when we went out to look at the moon.
"Hank's," I told him. "Then your daddy's."
"And then who?"
"Boppy's and then mine. And then yours and your mama's."
It is the season of birthdays, it is another season of our lives. Whatever happens, we have each other to love and be loved by, to celebrate with, to hold on to, to hold up, to catch if we slip, to tend if we fall.
I think that's why we're here. Here's what Tearful said yesterday:
I hope you are feeling happy and blessed, I hope you are loved real hard by everyone around you, I hope you love them back even harder we are going to be dead for a long fucking time.
Loving you...Ms. Moon