Super Bunny and The Magic Blanket

Am I showing off, being smug or just sharing joy?  I exhjausted myself cleaning up the house which was, I’m ashamed to say, in a disgraceful state in spite of aches and pains, so I reckon I deserve a little joy.

The celebration was ostensibly for L’s 48th birthday but my occult motivation was to have all the kids together with their parents.
I planned the food aspect, preparing as much as possible in advance so that I could spend more  time with them all instead of being waitress/cook.
As they streamed in, I was struck by the presence of all those happy and busy faces. The kids made a bee line for the kitchen wall where hung the latest  huge collage of all five of them in different poses and situatuions and were pleased to see how gorgeous they all are.

Then the they went for the wall where all the growth statitistics were rapidly  up-dated with the aid of a coloured pecil and a book. The  Titch has grown at an amazing rate over the last year and is also becoming spotty and very handsome.
I thought with regret how  they are growing so fast and that the days of them crawling under the feather cushions on the old sofa are long since gone. I used to secretely enjoy them knowing they could feel free to be silly and wild in our home.

I had set up two tables as usual; one for the adults and one for the kids but this was the first time that our R, who is 9ys old and on the autism spectrum sat with the others for a meal. He used to sit next to his Mum who made sure that he ate his food and didn’t mess about.
He is very fond of his favourite uncle L, the birthday boy and asked if he could leave home at 15 and go to live with uncle L. They would build a house just for them with a tree house in the garden.
Although nothing fancy, the meal was a great success, everyone had a great time, just enjoying the company of the others.

M, my daughter in law, admired the knitted blanket and Super Bunny. I told her she can have the blanket when I am gone but Super Bunny is a little more complicated. I will have to sure that he goes to a loving home since he has been with us since 1977 where he came into being in Teheran made of left over wool. Since over the years nobody else seemed interested in him, I gave him a wash and an up-grade and he has become my friend. I am fond of his quiet, encouraging presence.

All the kids ended up on the sofa and gradually drifted into silly mode. Mock battles took place on the sofa, children were all over the place, upside down, hidden under and over the blanket wich I have decided is actually magical. Even the mothers became silly and took part in the battles.

The children are so passionate and full of life. V told  me that she loves maths  and really enjoys solving difficult problems. The Titch told me that he can play the piece from Swan Lake on his Oboe  which is great considering that he only began learning the instrument three months ago.  

L was the last one to leave and as he went out of the front door he turned to me and said that we should get organised and he would come to visit me one afternoon.

So there you have it. Complete bliss. I was so happy when I went to bed that I couldn’t sleep for ages.

Regarding the blip, I do love their hands and if the blanket isn't magical, then something else is.