Your un-birthday was perfect Tiny Girl. Daddy went to work at 4 a.m. and I got a text from him at 5:15 a.m. to look at the sky. I wandered out to the back porch to watch electricity snag the blackened sky over and over again. The thunder shook you in my belly. It was magnificent, but not what you were waiting for.
A few hours after crawling back into bed, some of our favorite people in the world showed up, Aunts and Uncles and beautiful cousins and we sat around the living room and talked and laughed for a good long time, wonderfully happy to be a part of each others' lives. Eagerly hoping for you to join us. It was bliss, but not what you were waiting for.
So we went to Seven Peaks with Uncle B and Aunt A and J. The second we got there the rain started, then the lightning, so we blew that popsicle-stand and went to In-and-Out for hamburgers and fries. We laughed hard as Uncle B mandated that people over 45 who did not know the drill at said restaurant and ordered their hamburgers "animalized" should not be allowed to dine there. It was delicious and funny, but not what you were waiting for.
Daddy and I went to Walmart. I'm just glad of all the brilliant things that had happened yesterday, that's not what you were waiting for.
Late that evening curled up on the couch with a wonderful book, the rain plummeted down, the lightning scratched the sky, and the thunder rocked the windows. We opened up the whole house to the glory of that storm. I sat at the screendoor and watched the clouds curl in all different shades of blue and black, and joined my three great big tears with the rain, because of all the days I would have liked to have given you for your birthday, surely I would have picked this one. It was enchanting, but not what you were waiting for.
So the storm passed, and the trash from the burgers was taken out, and we're going back to a sunny Seven Peaks in just a few hours, and while I'm really quite content to wait, I wonder what is the glory that will bring you here to me that you are waiting for?
