A Golden Weekend for a Golden Birthday

Ali conveniently brought up the concept of “golden birthdays” on the year of Story’s. Story is turning nine on October 9, her golden birthday. Of course, Ali being Ali elaborated and told Story that this should be a grand birthday, a celebration to top all previous celebrations. And Story being Story took her sweet time figuring out just what that celebration would be. I have to say, I think it turned out to be truly golden.

We started the weekend off with a party for Story’s friends at a local warehouse that acts as a giant sports complex with basketball courts, pool tables, a skate park, trampolines, a soccer field, etc. Story invited her close friends, and the gang had a blast running, jumping, and throwing. I about died from the heat, but the kids had a good time.

The following day, we slept in (hooray!), ran a few errands, and then celebrated Story’s birthday with our family in the evening. My sisters and I had another classic cake fail. In fact, I think this might have been our worst yet. It started out with the intention of creating an octopus, but, well, it turned out to look more like the garden of lost souls from The Little Mermaid. Story didn’t mind; she said it tasted wonderful.

On Sunday, Ali, the girls, and I went on our annual trip to the pumpkin patch. This year, my sisters came along. Unfortunately, our normal fall day fun time was more like a sweltering sweat fest. A cool 90 degrees. It may not have been the ideal pumpkin patch excursion, but Story did finally get to ride a zip line. I about had a heart attack, but she whooped with unbridled joy as she flew through the air.

Today, Story received her annual Build-a-Bear, this time a Volpix, to go along with her Pokemon collection. As we sat and ate lunch after, I asked her what was the best part of her golden birthday. Knowing it would be her cell phone and feeling rather smug, I was surprised when she said that she got to spend time with all her favorite people. Now, maybe she was just saying that to make me happy, or maybe she really meant it. Regardless, she knew enough to say it. I’m so proud of my almost-nine-year-old.