It was a party for D.J., who turns seven tomorrow, but I confess I spent a good deal of time trying to charm Kylie. After yesterday, when the very sight of me made tears roll down her cheeks, I was determined at least not to make her cry. My sights were set a little higher than that, but I was perfectly willing to settle.
It was a loud party, considering at least half of the attendees were under three feet tall. I believe I counted ten small children there, but they were moving so fast that I might have missed one, or counted one twice. The thing is, they were all on good behavior. Just loud.
D.J. had a night to shine, and he didnít disappoint us. He was very free with the hugs, as always, and he said all the right things as he opened his presents. He was patient with the younger children and tolerant of the adults. He insisted on getting the first piece of cake, as was his right. ďIím the birthday boy,Ē he reminded us, more than once, as if we might forget.
As D.J. opened his presents, Aiden stood directly in front of him, fascinated by the activity. Every so often Dakota would quite clearly announce, ďItís Dakotaís turn,Ē but he wasnít overly insistent, and heíll definitely share in the wealth, because so much of what D.J. got has to do with science, a shared interest of the brothers.