I scooped up my baby and hurried back to the cabin. Honestly, I didn’t know if she were actually hurt or not. I just heard her scream and saw her laying there. All I knew was I had to get her out of the situation to somewhere safe and comfortable. Once I ensured Emmy didn’t need medical attention, I ran upstairs and began packing our things. There wasn’t much I could do for her, so the least I could do was give her the comfort of home. I know I panicked, and leaving was irrational, but I just felt so bad. Winston checked on her while I ran around the cabin like an energizer freezer bunny. He told me she said she felt fine. I didn’t believe either of them and kept packing. But he used his “dad voice” to set me straight. I couldn’t believe it. He said we spent good money on this trip and did not want to waste a dime. Besides, it was his birthday, and he wanted the cake I made earlier. I didn’t know he had it in him to stand up to me. It was kinda sexy.
My miserable child came downstairs and broke my heart into 1000 pieces. I must have asked her 50 times if she was hurt, but she only shook her head. No one pouts for no reason, so I asked a series of questions about her well-being to get to the bottom of it. Finally, I asked, “Are you embarrassed?” She nodded. I scooped her in my arms, squeezed tight, and told her she had nothing to be embarrassed about because everyone falls at first. I hoped she felt a little better because she still had the pouty lips.
Mr. It’s My Birthday broke up the love fest and made a wish before blowing out the candles. I don’t know what he wished for, but I made a secret wish with him.
I wished for him a long, healthy life. That may have been a tad bit selfish, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I also wished he would find fulfillment in whatever makes him happy; I need to learn what that is. The final part of my wish is that he would always find comfort, rest, and love within the confines of his own home. Happy birthday, boo!
