Yesterday was the perfect capstone on fun-filled birthday weekend. It started with a brief visit from Rosie on Friday afternoon, as I was finishing work. Just long enough for some hugs and kisses but it sure made my day.
On Saturday, I tagged along with Sadie and Ollie to visit Old McDonald’s Farm. There is a delightful variety of animals, including bunnies, chickens and other feathered friends, cows, pigs, sheep, horses, donkeys, alpacas, lamas, even reindeer, and a camel! I do think we agreed the goats are the most fun. Oliver decided he’d ride the big horse and did so with a big smile. Sadie, never one to be left out, rode the pony around the ring. She had a dubious look about her, no doubt wondering how she ended up in this precarious position!
We had lunch at Tin Pan, one of our favorite restaurants. I found exactly what I have been looking for in the antique store and voila, it became a birthday gift. What a nice surprise. We were all wiped out and it had started to rain by the time we headed home. I thought the chids would be quick to conk out. They’d been on the run for hours! Nope. Not this time. I suspect they heard someone say “Ice cream?”
Sunday started bright and early with breakfast at a tiny diner at the edge of a neighboring of town. It’s the sort of community gathering place where you might feel like an outsider except that the proprietor and staff are so welcoming. They offer great food and yummy pies. Hens loves the Cin-Cin french toast, as does GiGi.
We met up again at the playground for a picnic lunch.The grands enjoy this particular playground best of all in our area. There are lots of things to climb on, slide on, bounce on, and swing on. Something for everyone! Big bonus: it sits on the riverbank near shady trees with scenic views. Perfect place for birthday picnic.
Recently, Hens learned the word “muumuu” in reference to GiGi’s summer attire — falsely, I might add. (Google it and you’ll understand my miff!) In response, I wore to the picnic the closest thing I have to a muumuu (a navy breakfast robe, courtesy of my mom) accompanied by my grandmother’s pink costume jewelry, a long string of glass beads white ankle socks, plaid boat shoes, and a floral silk scarf with white leggings that might sub for granny pants. The “old lady” effect was completely lost on my son-in-law, the rascally source of the muumuu myth, but I had fun with it anyway!
The whole weekend was so much fun that I rather forgot I was sliding over the hill. That is good by me. After dreading the big 5-0 for so long, I am pleasantly surprised to be enjoying the ride. I know growing old is a privilege many are denied. I only hope that by the time I reach bottom (sometime in the far distant future, please, God …) these wee ones have accumulated a big bucket of GiGi memories to carry along. More than anything, may they each know how much they are cherished, always and forever.
~ Rene Morley