My dear wife Karen and I arrived with festivities under way Saturday to celebrate the third birthday of our little friend Evan at a pretty local park.
We put our birthday bag on a table stacked full with similar goodies for the happy little man.
Greetings came from mom Julie and dad Aaron, with the sociable instructions to son to say hello to the latest arriving guests, reminding him of the good time we all had the last time we’d gathered for dinner at their house.
Evan was glad to see us.
“I got another present,” he declared, full of cheer.
I smiled right back, agreeing with him in full and telling him so.
It sure must feel good to be celebrating your third birthday with a park full of friends and a picnic table covered with gifts.
Every single thing about that is right in my book.
It was a fine time.
The children played in the sun on all sorts of slides and playground equipment. The adults watched on, choosing between benches in the sun or shaded under the pavilion.
Then kids of all ages gathered around to eat cupcakes, vanilla and chocolate.
I skipped the cake. I was still working on the spread of fruit, cheese, crackers, veggies, chips, dip …
Karen and I had a chance to catch up with Julie’s aunt and uncle visiting from Michigan, whom we last met eight years ago when we all took a group cruise together to Bermuda.
Evan had a good time. As everybody was leaving, he told his mom he wanted to come back to the park again later. Julie smiled and said, no, that’ll be saved for another day.
Kids say the most honest things, don’t you think? Care to share an example? Do you remember a big birthday party thrown for you, and what do recall from it? Feel free to tell an interesting story about the last birthday party you attended.