As a mother, there are many times when we take such joy in the simplest tasks that our child accomplishes. This was no different, and yet, in some ways, to me, it was even more meaningful. For all the confusion and the hurt I wouldn't let this day, this day of celebration be marred and bogged down in any of that.
Malachai helped me bake cupcakes, and though his attention waivered in the icing of them, he sprinkled each and every one of them in red, white, and pink sprinkles. He covered the ones meant for the extended members of his family with redhots, as well, and on one special one, he pushed a candied heart that said "I love you" into the piled high white frosting.
The card was his masterpiece, though. He painstakingly toiled over that single sheet of construction paper for over an hour. Glitter, candied hearts, foam heart, and the glue. We sat there, and as he pointed, I glued in dots, and he would push, or sprinkle where his artist's little eyes saw fit. The finished product was beautiful, and with his hand in mine, we wrote out the recipient's name 'Papa', as well as the usual 'Happy Valentine's Day'.
Cupcakes and a homemade card. Who could have asked for better? I know I couldn't have, and I'm sure his father will be just as touched in the receiving of it, as I was in making it with Malachai to give to him.
