Sunday, August 7, 2011

Today was our granddaughter’s one-year birthday.  Kai’s parents threw a lovely party for her, appropriate for her age and that allowed those who love her most to gather and celebrate all the last year’s entailed.

It was wonderful to see Kai surrounded by a host of those who cherish her.  To see her so friendly and outgoing with each of them.  One couple brought their baby.  Kai’s familiar with this little one.  It was heartwarming to see how gentle she is with other babies.  How she treats them as prized little ones to be treated with gentle touches and respect. 

The party went as most one-year-old parties do.  Socializing, lots of oooos and ahhhhs and oh, isn’t that cute.  There was a yummy spread of food laid out that all enjoyed.  Then came the opening of presents.  In no time, Kai had ripping of paper wrappings and tearing apart the tissue paper from gift bags down to a science.  With each enthusiastic tear, she’d let out a victorious cry that was super cute.

Then came the cake—an individual one for Kai.  A bigger sheet cake for the guests.  Everyone watched, hoping that Kai wouldn’t disappoint and would tear into her cake.  Though she did enjoy running her fingers through the sugary butter cream frosting and smearing it on her lips while eating handfuls of it and some of the actual cake, she didn’t go all wild.  She approached her cake as she does most things, with a methodical enthusiasm and willingness to explore and learn more.  Of course, I think she might be disappointed tomorrow morning when smearing cake on herself isn’t on the morning menu.