Every year, Larkspur laments the fact that she was born during flu season. Most years we don’t actually get the flu, but some years we do. Some years we are vomiting. Some years we are just sick with some respiratory thing and it’s unpleasant. On more than one occasion, Larkspur’s birthday has been “ruined.” This year, as the younger children started to show symptoms of illness in the week before her birthday, I prayed that Lark would escape it.
It’s been a long ten days. It’s exhausting caring for so many while trying to keep the house clean and my hands washed (dozens of times a day) in an effort to keep the virus from spreading to those who are well. There have been countless mugs of tea made, special meals, temperature checks, medicine, and a batch of elderberry syrup made. So far, Larkspur hasn’t gotten sick and her fourteenth birthday wasn’t ruined.
Larkspur’s favorite things right now are chickens, her pet rabbit, and Jane Austen. She is my easiest child to buy gifts for. I can even surprise her, which as you probably know, gets harder as kids get older. She wasn’t expecting How to Speak Chicken, though she did see this Jane Austen word search book in my hand at the bookstore and had her suspicions. She requested these chicken boots and knew that I bought them, but I surprised her with chicken socks. And then there were gifts for her rabbit and some other random bits. Maybe too many gifts, but as she reminded me, “Fourteen is a really big deal.” It does feel that way. She seems so much older than she did at thirteen. She truly is a young lady now.
Today it’s sunny and beautiful and Larkspur is working in a new garden bed dedicated to Gus, her very pampered bunny. I’m inside trying to put the house back in order with only moderate success.
All my little guys are mostly recovered and we have moved into the whiny, coughing, and still tired phase. Well, it’s mostly Mabel who is whiny. There have been many, many tears shed. She’s in bed next to me right now as I type and I’m hoping she will fall asleep! She needs to for both of our sakes. Nope-she just got up. She will wait until 6 p.m. or so to fall asleep. And then she’ll get back up at 8 p.m. Between the flu and the time change schedules are a mess around here. No big deal. I’m super flexible and able to roll with whatever without getting overwhelmed or frustrated. (Ahem.)
We found ourselves driving on Lark Dr. last week! I pulled over and insisted that Lark get out for a photo and I took a quick one from the driver’s seat. Silly, but seemed necessary at the time.
All in all, I think we pulled off a very successful birthday.
Happy birthday, Larkspur! I’m so grateful that you are my daughter.