{"id":893,"date":"2013-06-17T10:16:30","date_gmt":"2013-06-17T14:16:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/?p=893"},"modified":"2013-06-16T19:48:34","modified_gmt":"2013-06-16T23:48:34","slug":"april-and-adams-birthday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/april-and-adams-birthday\/","title":{"rendered":"April and Adam’s birthday"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summer is racing past me in a thrilling whirl of activity. \u00a0I’d pretty much decided to delete all the blog posts ruminating in the left hemisphere of my cerebral cortex and then I heard that xanga (my old blog host) was shutting down in July. \u00a0Suddenly I realized just how much I valued that online journal of sorts, especially with its pictures and stories of the boys. \u00a0I stayed up until way too late<\/del> early in the morning to import old blog posts into this one and thankfully, most of them obliged with an automatic converter. \u00a0The rest are waiting for a few free hours to be copy and pasted manually if I can find the patience. \u00a0But in that second, I realized just how much I would wish that I’d have drummed out a few posts of the summer via keyboard. \u00a0Living fully is amazing. \u00a0Reminiscing the memories is priceless and since my scrapbooking is hanging out with the dust bunnies in the basement …….. this will have to do.<\/p>\n

The biggest events of April chased each other like train cars down a railroad. \u00a0David and I photographed a wedding in Abbeville, SC. \u00a0We made the long trek South on Friday (have we ever moved North or what?) and scouted out locations before finally arriving at our friend’s house. \u00a0While I get a near adrenalin high out of shooting weddings, the best part of the weekend was the fact that our super good friends lived only twenty minutes away and we got to spend the rest of the time with them. \u00a0I had visions of a visit to the park where the azaleas would be in full bloom, visiting their church where Heather and I would sit and whisper the way sisters do (even though we’re not) because I miss that growing up in a girl’s family fun phenomenon, and just hanging out. \u00a0The hanging out part was phenomenal. \u00a0Jonathan and Heather just moved into a brand new house with a clean, modern style. \u00a0It was beautiful, but even more, the simple lines felt so restful to my completely exhausted brain. \u00a0We were days from finishing school and I was mentally fried.<\/p>\n

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Saturday morning David and I left for the wedding and the boys stayed to play with their friends. \u00a0Adam had just gotten over a mean GI virus that erupted North and South and left him flat on the couch with fever for two days. \u00a0The worst of it was done by Tuesday, but the diarrhea didn’t clear up completely until the day before we left for South Carolina. \u00a0I’d held my breath all week, but Liam escaped. \u00a0Until. \u00a0We were halfway through the ceremony and I got a text from Heather. \u00a0Liam was mercilessly ill. \u00a0Fever. Vomiting. \u00a0Diarrhea. \u00a0And just limp. \u00a0I felt horrible to have brought that nasty virus to their house unwittingly and even worse that she was having to clean up the mess. \u00a0But at the same time, I was unendingly grateful to be at her house because I knew she would take care of him just like I would. \u00a0I’ll spare you details, but lets just say the weekend went a little differently than planned. \u00a0Thankfully the worst of it only lasted a few hours and then he was back to playing and racing for the bathroom every time he dared to put a bite of food in his mouth.<\/p>\n

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Jonathan took the well kids to play mini golf while Heather stayed home with Liam. \u00a0There were no azalea gazing park trips and Liam and I hung out at home on Sunday doing laundry and playing games while the rest of the crowd went to church. \u00a0But even that couldn’t begin to spoil our time with them. \u00a0There are few things in life so powerful as soul friends …….. people who share your vision and who can see right into your heart. \u00a0Who share their stories and listen to yours.<\/p>\n

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The boys and I left for David’s Mom and Dad’s place in Virginia on Monday with a barf bucket lined with plastic bags in tow and a pull up on Liam. \u00a0I wasn’t exactly excited about the eight hour trek in the first place, but doing it with the threat of vomiting and diarrhea certainly didn’t boost my eagerness. \u00a0I think I got prayed the entire way through. \u00a0Liam had a few moments of terrible stomach pain, but each time, they subsided without eruption. \u00a0And every time he had diarrhea, we were close enough to an exit to actually make it in time. \u00a0David stayed behind and hitched a ride with staff from the boy’s camp in South Carolina to take in a work-related meeting at the boy’s camp in North Carolina. \u00a0Meanwhile, Adam joined his old schoolmates to take achievement tests. \u00a0Liam and I hung out with David’s parents and his mom graciously babysat while I had two lunch dates with friends and a visit with a third at her house. \u00a0Those hours were priceless gifts. \u00a0Like I said, soul friends …… oh right, this is getting redundant.<\/p>\n

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Adam’s birthday happened on Tuesday. \u00a0Since David wasn’t with us I’d decided to celebrate when we got back home. \u00a0Instead, he celebrated three times! \u00a0His grandma made barbecued meatballs for supper because it’s one of his favorites and we ate cupcakes from Chandlers in his honor. \u00a0Wednesday after school we went to my mom’s house where David would get dropped off and join us for the last three hours home. \u00a0Mom had called Adam before we left our house originally to see what Adam \u00a0wanted to eat for his birthday. \u00a0“Well,” he said, “it’s pretty expensive! \u00a0I mean, it’s not as expensive as going out to eat, but it is pretty expensive. \u00a0You don’t have to make it if it’s too much money.” \u00a0I couldn’t hear her side of the conversation, but apparently she kept asking what it was because finally he announced. \u00a0“It’s salmon. \u00a0But it’s not the farm-raised stuff. \u00a0It’s the wild-caught.” \u00a0I was around the corner, silently guffawing. \u00a0David says I’ve trained him well.<\/p>\n

Co-incidentally, both Mom’s sisters came to visit her the day we arrived. \u00a0They heard it was Adam’s birthday and collected party supplies galore. \u00a0When I arrived, the table was decked out with a darling little birthday cake in the center thanks to my dad. \u00a0Adam got his wish. \u00a0We had salmon for dinner.<\/p>\n

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The evening was one of those late Spring early Summer evenings where the sun sets in glorious red splendor, the grass is vibrant green, and kids run happily around in the yard while grown ups take pictures. \u00a0Pretty much perfection. \u00a0It was also one of those evenings when Atlanta and Christy shouldn’t be quite so far away.<\/p>\n

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