Our little man turned six today. His birthdays happen to coincide with the birth of our current role in life. 6 years in, I can confidently say that we have an amazing tribe of people around us. It's very obvious on a day when they turn out to celebrate one of the most important things in your life. Thank you to everyone who came far and near and who kept him in mind today!
We celebrated for 12 hours - really - with a family nap in between. The day began with presents from Grandma and Grandpa - our mystery reader has his first collection the a-z mystery set, then Jane took Turner to her open gym as her guest - a very sweet little birthday present.
Next, we met a handful of his kindergarten buddies for a lego mystery hunt. Matt created a great story and set of clues for the kids to find. We ended at Crazy Jayne's - the local ice-cream parlor for cake and a lego free build.
Mandatory Naps :)
And, then onto the slopes, s'mores and movie party for our family and those like family. This was the funny part - we hit a hiccup at every part of the second party - and the kids had an amazing time - that's what we'll remember.
We read Turner the end of Calvin and Hobbes tonight - a gift from Big Turner a few years back - at its conclusion Turner asked, "Do they have a trademark on this?" As he begins his sixth year, he can see very plainly that the story continues and he'd like to know if he has permission to tell it. His trademark question made us laugh out loud - and now I savor it because he doesn't want the creative, explorative, accompanied world of one of his now heros ("except for when Calvin gets into trouble") to end. I'm pretty sure that he will continue it through HIS "one, wild and precious life."*
Thank you for celebrating Turner and the joy we have found in him!
*quote taken from a poem by Mary Oliver:
The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
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