Saturday was my husband’s birthday.
Our oldest girl and her family packed the kids in the car and came to visit. Our youngest girl drove home from college for the weekend. We had all of our kids and grand kids together for the whole entire day.
There was pumpkin patch visiting and hayride riding.
There was meal sharing and lots of laughing.
There was pumpkin decorating and happy birthday singing.
There were messes made and cousins playing.
Hot chocolate was ladled from the stove top.
Power tools, safety glasses and hair dryers were used. And the Little People paramedic spent the day on the kitchen island with us.
When it was all said and done, when messes were cleaned and the house was quiet, my 3 year old grandson sat contented on the stool in the kitchen and with a sweet voice declared,
“that was the best birthday ever.”
My heart was full and I was quick to agree.
But you know, I’m convinced it wasn’t the pumpkins, the hot chocolate, the gifts or the ice cream cake that made that day go down as the best ever.
Things don’t bring about those kind of days – spending time with the ones you love create the best birthdays ever.