This afternoon we went to a birthday party in Cardiff, Mr B and I.
We played the Okey-Cokey (my favourite party game, it's
meant for those, like me, who always want to put their "whole self in" whatever they are doing) and we watched the magician trying to trick his audience. He wasn't completely successful, I fear: "He wasn't a real magician," the Duracell Bunny confided later.
I thought he did an excellent job, all things considered. My first favourite moment was when the DB, aka Young Morgan, was invited onto the stage with his fellow birthday boy. "Stand there," said the Magic Man, "Just over the trap door..." I could hear Morgan's
father laughing out loud.
My second favourite moment was when Mr Magic told his young audience that they weren't to get upset if their party balloons burst on
the way home. Rather, they should gather up all the pieces and present them to their parents who would magic them back together by the following morning...
Birthday Boy was dressed as Captain America though, being me, I wouldn't have known this had I not been told. I now understand Captain America is a Super-Hero who appeared in Marvel comics. Our Morgan is also a super-hero though he is only just five years
old today so his super heroic antics are mostly Age Appropriate. As in, five years old going on twelve. Morgan never lets me forget what he considers the unfairness of life in that, however many birthdays he may enjoy, he can never catch up with older brothers
Sam and James.
You may be wondering how Mr B and I magicked ourselves to Cardiff and whether we required the services of the Party Magic Man. In fact the only
magic we needed was that supplied by FaceTime, which - along with its fellow communicator Skype - is beloved of all those who find themselves unable to be with the ones they love on special occasions.
Our Boy, father of the Duracell Bunny, was determined that we shouldn't miss out on all the birthday fun despite a distance of over 200 miles. His determination caused him considerable difficulties given that he was trying
to take photographs, video the proceedings and keep us "live" on FaceTime - all at the same time. He would have benefited, for sure, from a bit of magic. Every so often FaceTime would cut out on us, these being the moments when it proved necessary to concentrate
on the perfect photo or video clip. We were just grateful to be there at all.
Morgan phoned us from his Dad's car on the way back home from the party. This was
a good wheeze on his Dad's part as it meant he could concentrate on listening to us sing Happy Birthday and on telling us all about his best birthday present, a skateboard. When he arrived home, he informed us, he was going straight out into the back garden
to try it out. Then: "28% left!" he declared. It took me a while - I'm slow that way - to work out that he was keeping an eye on his Dad's phone charge. Keeping up with the Duracell Bunny is tricky in more ways than one.
What I couldn't tell my sweet boy was that I will be seeing him tomorrow. "Surprise! Surprise!" I will carol, as I pop up from behind some fantastic Lego creation. For, yes, Legoland is my destination
- home of those little colourful plastic bricks which hurt like billy-oh if you happen to step on them in your bare feet. I may not have been at the party in person but I will definitely be there for Day 2 of the celebrations - thanks to our lovely neighbours
who will be keeping an eye on Mr B for me and making sure he doesn't starve in my (admittedly short) absence.
Five years old! How can that possibly be? It seems
only yesterday I was sitting in a hospital room, holding my new-born grandson in tender arms while my Darling Daughter-in-Law looked on with pride in her tired eyes. The older boys had been taken off home by their father and their other grandparents; it was
suddenly very peaceful, just sitting there. Which was when I noticed something: "He has dimples!" I exclaimed in delight. The baby's mother had doubtless spotted this for herself but for me it still felt like a major discovery. I will always remember that
Happy birthday, my sweet boy. You don't know yet - but I will see you tomorrow.
In fact I shall appear - like magic!