Birthday 29

A celebration at the park.

“Can you fly me around like an airplane again?” Tommy asked, his sun-bright face squinting up at me.

I grinned and swung him around and around, until we were both too dizzy to stand. We dropped to the grass, giggling.

Later, over a picnic lunch of French rolls and hard salami, sweetened with 2-year-old Seth’s fistfuls of fresh raspberries and blueberries, Tom gazed up and asked why the sky was blue. I smiled and listened as Daddy explained the physics of light to a 3-year-old.

After lunch and Tom’s story about the planet Barp (where the sky is green and the grass is blue) we tossed a Frisbee around the meadow. We hiked around the mountain-top park, and Seth and I toured the edge of the field and found a beautiful spot overlooking the plain and the tiny houses below. I watched my boys kicking around a squashy rubber ball while my husband and I stretched out under the shade of an oak tree and stuffed ourselves with chocolate chip cookies. We spent the day relaxing in the sunshine and enjoying being a family of four.

It was the most wonderful 29th birthday present in the world.

Article © 2009 by Stacey Duck