Goober Pea turned six on Sunday. Like a good mom, I sent out eight birthday party invitations to his little friends, inviting them to join us at the park for a celebration. I spent time and money (and asked my husband to postpone his plans) preparing for the big day.
We arrived at the park early, setting the table with the red, plastic cloth that tried to blow away as we laid out Gatorade bottles and cupcake containers in order to hold it down. Balloons tugged against their knot, desiring to float off into the blue skies. Sweat dripped down my face as I stuffed Toy Story 3 cups with Sour Patch Kids, Double Bubble and Silly Bands.
We sat and waited. The kids ran off to play on the tire swing and monkey bars. Two-fifteen arrived but no guests had. Two-thirty came and went, as well as several vehicles. None dropped off kids to join the party.
My heart sank with the weight of a sandbag as I considered that no one came to my son's birthday party. How do you explain to a six-year-old that people were too busy that day to celebrate his birthday?
God had another plan, however. Gideon found a "new friend" that day. One little guy happened to be at the playground with his dad. Gideon happily shared his birthday cupcakes and his cups of candy with his buddy.
His dad shared that they normally go to another park and had decided to come there. I realized in that moment God had intervened and blessed my son with a birthday party guest who wasn't invited by me.
Oh Alysia, I'm so sorry to hear what happened to your little fella, but yes--God had other plans. And because others didn't show up, Gideon was blessed with a new friend...and the new friend was blessed with goodies! Thanks for sharing!
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