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Today is our Kim's birthday, and so far I think she's had a good day. We started it out with a good breakfast, and her presents waiting for her - she's never really gotten presents, so she was delighted by that. Harry got her a big huggable Steiff teddy bear, and I got her a set of young-lady pearls, necklace and earrings, and Lisha got her (with Harry's assistance) a set of Bath & Body Works "exotic coconut" things, lotion and bubble bath and shower gel and perfume and a scented candle. Kim seemed delighted by all of it. Then, after breakfast, we took the girls to the wizarding underground for a day of shopping fun - yeah, getting groceries and other such necessities, but also browsing the shops filled with knick knacks and t-shirts and incense and magic books and toys and so on and so forth. I didn't track how much we spent, or how many goodies we all came home with, but it was lots, and much fun was had by all.
Dinner is kebabs, chicken and steak and salmon and halibut and shrimp with pearl onions and mushrooms and yellow squash and zucchini, plus little baby red potatoes, all roasted over the grill on the patio. Harry's put up a rain-warding spell as the clouds overhead have gotten thick and grey, and it looks like it's going to storm like nobody's business any minute now. There are definite perks to being a wizard, y'know? After dinner is birthday cake - I went and got party decorations and a pin the tail on the donkey game, and little silly party favors for the girls to enjoy. Then, Beth will come over to keep an eye on our Lisha, and Harry and Kim and I will get all dressed up in tuxedos and evening gown (terribly overdressed but who cares) and go to the jazz club down Peachtree to sip expensive champagne and listen to Kermit Walker, who, if his music is anything like the clips on the website, we should enjoy...
Maybe it's not quite the kind of sweet-sixteen that most girls have. But it's the best we could do for our girl, and as Kim said to me earlier, so much more than anything she'd ever expected. For which I'm so glad, to be able to catch this last little bit of her youth and make it better. With Lisha, we have more time to give her that childhood she'd never had the chance to have. With Kim, we have to snatch away every moment we can before adulthood wrests her away from us...
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. We're planning to take the girls back to the "meatsword" restaurant, the churrascaria; they're having a special dinner with "exotic meats", elk and venison and alligator and such, new things to try. So I'm looking forward to that. On the other hand... it's Mother's Day. And their mother just recently threw them out of the house, and ceded all parental rights to the courts. I don't know how well the girls will react to the holiday. To be specific, I'm worried about Lisha. The other day I caught a glimpse in her school notebook of a Mother's Day card she must've made at school... crafts project or something, I guess. Kim's told me about trying to make cards and presents for Momma for Mother's Day or her birthday or Christmas or things, and having them waved aside and ignored. And maybe Kim's inured to it. But I have the feeling Lisha isn't, quite, yet.
Well, we'll be ready with lots of hugs, I guess. Try to ease any hurt as best we can. In the meantime, today is Kim's day, and Kim's all abeam with excitement, and Lisha seems just as excited for her sister as Kim is that her day is turning out to be something special. Everyone is happy, and life is good. And we'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Dinner is kebabs, chicken and steak and salmon and halibut and shrimp with pearl onions and mushrooms and yellow squash and zucchini, plus little baby red potatoes, all roasted over the grill on the patio. Harry's put up a rain-warding spell as the clouds overhead have gotten thick and grey, and it looks like it's going to storm like nobody's business any minute now. There are definite perks to being a wizard, y'know? After dinner is birthday cake - I went and got party decorations and a pin the tail on the donkey game, and little silly party favors for the girls to enjoy. Then, Beth will come over to keep an eye on our Lisha, and Harry and Kim and I will get all dressed up in tuxedos and evening gown (terribly overdressed but who cares) and go to the jazz club down Peachtree to sip expensive champagne and listen to Kermit Walker, who, if his music is anything like the clips on the website, we should enjoy...
Maybe it's not quite the kind of sweet-sixteen that most girls have. But it's the best we could do for our girl, and as Kim said to me earlier, so much more than anything she'd ever expected. For which I'm so glad, to be able to catch this last little bit of her youth and make it better. With Lisha, we have more time to give her that childhood she'd never had the chance to have. With Kim, we have to snatch away every moment we can before adulthood wrests her away from us...
Tomorrow is Mother's Day. We're planning to take the girls back to the "meatsword" restaurant, the churrascaria; they're having a special dinner with "exotic meats", elk and venison and alligator and such, new things to try. So I'm looking forward to that. On the other hand... it's Mother's Day. And their mother just recently threw them out of the house, and ceded all parental rights to the courts. I don't know how well the girls will react to the holiday. To be specific, I'm worried about Lisha. The other day I caught a glimpse in her school notebook of a Mother's Day card she must've made at school... crafts project or something, I guess. Kim's told me about trying to make cards and presents for Momma for Mother's Day or her birthday or Christmas or things, and having them waved aside and ignored. And maybe Kim's inured to it. But I have the feeling Lisha isn't, quite, yet.
Well, we'll be ready with lots of hugs, I guess. Try to ease any hurt as best we can. In the meantime, today is Kim's day, and Kim's all abeam with excitement, and Lisha seems just as excited for her sister as Kim is that her day is turning out to be something special. Everyone is happy, and life is good. And we'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.