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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Nov-8-2005

Today at 11, Oma and Opa came over to wish The Baby a happy birthday. I had given The Baby a choice as to when to have her birthday cake, on Friday- her actual birthday- or on Sunday, when Oma and Opa could share it with us.

She chose today for the cake.

We had coffee and cake, she unwrapped her presents. We chit- chatted for a while, Opa and Oma telling stories of how peddlers with wicker baskets on their backs would pass through the villages, selling their wares, those days before WalMart. I prepared two sorts of warm sausage rolls, and while the plan had actually been to watch a little football together, we ended up playing cards for about 4 hours.

Oma, Opa, The Father, The Boy and I played, The Baby traveled from lap to lap. I placed small bowls of peanuts on the table, a large bowl of chips. We kept the glasses full. At a pause, I ran into The Boy in the kitchen. His eyes glittering, he told me how much he loved all of this, this being like a normal family. When I asked him what he meant, he said, oh, just everyone sitting around, playing cards, hearing the stories about how things used to be.

I knew what he meant. Although few and far apart, I love the Walton Moments as well.

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