The lights out and candles lit, I watched as the cake wobbled in. As my oldest daughter, the carrier of the cake, initiated the singing of the traditional birthday song, I watched as she worked to balance the beautiful (but heavy) plate in front of her. Step. Step. Whoa. Step. Two other daughters and wife soon joined in the singing.
I basked in the moment.
Celebrating at our own marred, paint-stained dining table (rather than the lovely and rustic Village Restaurant in town), I sighed…and silently gave thanks for my three year-old daughter’s improved health. Only 18 hours prior to this cake-and-singing moment, my wife and I had been huddled with the toddler in the soft glow of a blue whale nightlight, as she vomited in the upstairs bathroom. With her temperature soaring over 101 degrees, all plans for dining out were dashed.
So here we were… making the best of plan B. And she felt better, I could tell. No more fever. Using her new-found strength and pulling her chair close to mine, she said, “I’m gonna sit by you, Daddy!”
Someone once said, “There are people in the world who would give anything to have what you have.” I guess I lean on that phrase for perspective. To remember that I truly am so fortunate. So fortunate.