Today we saw a silhouette of four; a cold four. Not a warm huggy four. Let me set the stage for this.
The silence in the house this morning felt unnatural, given the date. Today should have started with post sleep over cuddles, waffles and such birthday excitement. The usual is to have her home by 11:30 for her birthday party. But alas that tradition falls prey to the pandemic.
I miss sleepovers but especially this one. The milestone of the day we became grandparents. The day our hearts grew ten fold and learnt to melt at the mere site of the wee lass.
Instead we bundled up, loaded up her present and headed over for an outside visit. At -36 (-44 with the wind) our time outside was limited but we tried to make the most of it. We went to see the ponies and turns out we had to feed them snow marshmallows that we roasted on a stick. Then we did some GTing and then we had to clear the ice rink for some whip the GT around grampa time. Think old fashioned crack the whip but riding. Perhaps not the safest activity without a helmet and riding backwards but all’s well that ends well.
When it was time to go inside she blew us kisses and headed off to play with the train table we had made for her (well and Little Man C as well) . It was an enchanted 35 minutes that we played outside and perhaps it will hold special memories for her later in life.
There was a video call later in the day to sing happy birthday and blow out the candle and then it was back to our solitary lives.
The important thing here is that she felt our love. Her parents (aka Momma) will have pulled out the regular stops: birthday balloons, a fancy cake with a nice display and a stellar lunch all themed around Farm Fresh Four. Yesterday they delivered cupcakes to family members. Perhaps it will became special in her memory because it was different.
It felt like a silhouette of a regular birthday but I know that blessings abound even if it was a cold four. Perhaps someday she will read this record and know how much we wanted to hug her.