“Grandma, Grandma, wake up. It’s my birthday and we’re having chocolate chip pancakes. You don’t want to miss those, do you?” Trey asked me.
“Of course not,” I told him, opening my eyes just a slit. “Happy birthday! What time is it?”
“It’s late,” he replied. “Everybody’s up but you and Mom.”
That statement shocked my eyes open all the way. Granted, daylight was creeping in the window and some people somewhere might consider it time to rise. However, if his grandpa and dad were up, they were either sick or Trey had gotten to them before he came to wake me. I know the males in my family. Also, Trey and his brothers are most reluctant risers on school days, but on weekends or birthdays, they’re up with the chickens--maybe before. Late, huh?
Now late is a relative term. Its meaning is determined by the user of the word. I glanced at the luminous numbers on my cell phone beside the bed—7 a.m. Not my idea of late at all, certainly not on a day when the time fell back an hour during the night. I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on my jeans and sweatshirt to let the festivities begin.
When I arrived downstairs, all the other adults had coffee cups in their hands, but the coffee hadn’t worked its magic yet. They were still as bleary-eyed as me. Dressed in their new camouflage clothes, Trey, Jakey, and Will were lined up like three woodsmen in front of the television. I, on the other hand, was still tired from shopping Saturday for that camouflage in a crowded mall with three boys in tow. My idea of late was closer to 9 a.m., but it was not to be.
“I had to do something to calm them down,” Calvin, their father and my son, told me. “They’re bouncing of the walls. I’ll just let them watch cartoons until Julie comes down to start the pancakes. Then they’ll want to help.”
Sure enough ten minutes later all the boys were helping their mom in the kitchen—measuring, calculating, pouring batter on the hot griddle. Next, Will, the youngest member of the family, and Jakey were coloring a banner to say, “Happy Birthday, Trey.” Why just yesterday Will was our baby, crawling around on the floor putting everything in his mouth. Today he’s writing banners for his brother.
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