I recently attended the 7th birthday party of one of the very special little people in my life. The exciting build-up went on for weeks beforehand, and everyone around him got caught up in it. It was to be a Spiderman-themed affair, complete with star-in-your-own-comic-book activities, character face-painting, and web wars with silly string, to name a few. With a sugar rush-inducing pinata at the end.
On the given day, aside from the adults who figure large in his small life (in whose number I am proud to be counted), he had his three closest friends in attendance. He had the coolest cake, and the greatest spread of snacks. And as I watched him run and play, laughing and carefree, unwrap his gifts with glee, and share all the excitement of the day with his friends, I found myself thinking, "He is having the greatest day ever." And hoping in my heart that he would always remember it this way, as well as have many, many more.