Pigeon's Celebrations: Happy Birthday, Pigeon

Mother sat down to write and realized how long it had been since she'd written. Pigeon liked to play on his own, unless he saw Mother pull out her computer. That lap was reserved for him.

In the months that had passed Pigeon had celebrated holidays that he'd been too young to notice the year before. In October, he'd had his first birthday. Grandparents and great-grandparents filled the house, along with mountains of gifts.
 


Pigeon's kitchen wish came true, complete with pots and pans for banging, and a fully-stocked fridge and pantry. There were also books, puzzles, toys, and clothes.

There was a special handmade train that spelled out Pigeon's name, made with lots of love by Father's grandfather. These handmade wood treasures were Mother's favorite toys to find around the house. She loved the bright glossy wood and the care it took to make them. She decorated the mantel with the train. It made the other birthday decorations complete.

There was also cake, made with lots of love by Mother. Uncle helped blow out the candles.

It was a good day, full of fun, food, and presents. When the cake and candles were gone and the new clothes and toys long since lost or outgrown, Mother hoped Pigeon would hang on to one memory from that day: that he was and would remain surrounded by a family that loved him.