It was Sol’s birthday, she is seven now. Sol has been looking forward to this day for such a long time and counted down every morning when she opened her eyes.
To be truthful the day could have been better organised. We decided not to have a party, instead Sol expressed excitement about going to a local beauty spot and flying her kite. All week we watched the weather and prayed that it would be kind to us. On the day we were woken at 7am with a very excited Sol and her siblings. A few yawns and groans later we were ready to do the gifts. Sol was very pleased as she received a pink LED TV with a DVD player in the side, she wasn’t expecting it which made for an entertaining display of arm movements.
The trip for kite flying failed the moment that the other half switched the 2012 Olympics on the TV. He sat there glued, explaining to me that there were only so many kilometres left on a certain race and how the participant’s were so dedicated. Three hours passed and I resigned myself to the fact we weren’t going out to fly the kites after all, I was disappointed to say the least. If I had I known I would have organised a party after all, at least I would have felt like we had made an effort. Sol was still happy prancing about but still I felt the day slipping away with barely a moment that we could call memory making.
In the end I got cross and insisted that we all went to a near by walled garden to at least take some photos so I could have a birthday memory of my daughter. The photos turned out good and the whole family raved about how beautiful the Walled Garden was and how they were sorry thay had never made the effort to go there before.