We celebrated Gideonís birthday this past weekend, more than a week after his actual birthday which fell on the morning of my oral surgery. Yes, he drove me to and from surgery, picked up my prescriptions and took care of me on his birthday. I got a good one, folks.
We delayed the celebration to the following weekend because I wasnít exactly in the mood for a party the days after oral surgery. Gideon might even say I went crazy by day two of recovery. I say he should mind his business Ö regardless of the truth behind that statement.
As the day of the party inched closer, I began inviting our friends and neighbors. I invited so many people that I considered asking our next-door neighbor if we could use his front yard for extra parking ó fortunately, that wasnít necessary.
We were officially opening our doors to at least 10 people, the most we had ever hosted in our home. I was pretty sure only three people would show up but planned to get a bunch of food anyway. The day before the party, Gideon and I purchased a Samís Club membership and shopped until our savings dropped.
Hereís the sorcery of Samís Club: You go in to purchase a few party platters and you leave with a new pair of leggings, 32 pounds of dry cat food, swim trunks, way too many dryer sheets and a calculated plan to return for more. I chose Samís Club because I figured the party platters would be huge, and they were. I did not plan to stock up on cat litter for the apocalypse but sometimes life surprises you.
On the way out, we saw a sign that read ďAlcoholĒ right next to the Samís Club entrance. How do you always know what we want, Samís Club? I waited in the car while Gideon ran in for a little rum and some more wine. He emerged 15 minutes later with a lot of rum and enough wine for a moderately crowded Sunday service.
The best part? The cheap wine we usually get was nearly half off. You got us again, Samís Club!
That night, Gideon and I made a plan to be up and around by 10 a.m. to get everything ready for the party. Gideon woke me up at 11:30 a.m. the next morning to say our yard guy, Fraser, really enjoyed playing with the kittens.
He was the birthday boy so I didnít tell him that we both should have been awake an hour and a half earlier. He probably would have reminded me that I could have set an alarm if I wanted to be up so bad. Touchť.
Gideon cleaned and I ran to the store for some sherbet and a birthday card for Fraser. I returned with sherbet, two birthday cards, a few gifts for Gideon and two throw pillows. The Samís Club energy had yet to leave my body.
The house was clean. The food was prepared. The guests began arriving, starting with our friends Perry and Holly. When Perry and Holly left, four other people showed up. We enjoyed veggies, fruit, salami, cheese and rum punch while playing games. The kittens were quite popular ó everybody held or pet them by the time the night was over.
And just like that, everyone left. The party was over. Gideon and I cleaned the kitchen and watched half a movie on Netflix before going to sleep. He said it was his best birthday ever. I said he was the best person ever.
We awoke the next morning in a bed full of cats smiling as if we had discovered the big secret to life. And maybe we did. Maybe the secret isnít so secret at all. Maybe itís in all the people around you.
Maybe itís in you.