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happy birthday, eddie spaghetti
Today was Eddie's sixteenth birthday.
Richie had come to me awhile back with plans for a party and together we had worked out the details to make today something special for Eddie. It felt good, planning with Richie like that, and I was glad we were able to do it. Besides, I had never really planned a party before. My birthday the year before had mostly been planned by Magnus, who was better with parties than anyone else I knew, so I was more than happy to let Richie tell me what to do and how to do it.
The party was held in the park, as we both agreed that would be more fun than trying to arrange something in the Home, all the while having to step over the littler kids and stepping around all the workers and volunteers. They were nice enough, but this was a big birthday and we didn't need their help.
We decorated one of those shelters, then dragged a few picnic tables into it so we could all be near one another when it came time for cake. There were streamers and balloons, mostly in blues and greens, bright and cheerful looking in the park. The cake itself was huge, at least to my eyes, and Richie had insisted it say HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE SPAGHETTI! in big, bright letters across the top. He had also asked at the party store for trick candles, which we had been given, even though he'd asked for them in an unrecognizable accent that had sent me into fits of laughter.
I had a pack of matches in my pocket to light the candles when the time came, though I wasn't sure what sort of trick they might do, and Richie had refused to tell me. I had Eddie's gift prepared, we had the food and the soft drinks ready for everyone to dig into, and all we needed now was Eddie himself.
I grinned over at Richie, pleased with what we'd done. It was going to be a good day.
Richie had come to me awhile back with plans for a party and together we had worked out the details to make today something special for Eddie. It felt good, planning with Richie like that, and I was glad we were able to do it. Besides, I had never really planned a party before. My birthday the year before had mostly been planned by Magnus, who was better with parties than anyone else I knew, so I was more than happy to let Richie tell me what to do and how to do it.
The party was held in the park, as we both agreed that would be more fun than trying to arrange something in the Home, all the while having to step over the littler kids and stepping around all the workers and volunteers. They were nice enough, but this was a big birthday and we didn't need their help.
We decorated one of those shelters, then dragged a few picnic tables into it so we could all be near one another when it came time for cake. There were streamers and balloons, mostly in blues and greens, bright and cheerful looking in the park. The cake itself was huge, at least to my eyes, and Richie had insisted it say HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDIE SPAGHETTI! in big, bright letters across the top. He had also asked at the party store for trick candles, which we had been given, even though he'd asked for them in an unrecognizable accent that had sent me into fits of laughter.
I had a pack of matches in my pocket to light the candles when the time came, though I wasn't sure what sort of trick they might do, and Richie had refused to tell me. I had Eddie's gift prepared, we had the food and the soft drinks ready for everyone to dig into, and all we needed now was Eddie himself.
I grinned over at Richie, pleased with what we'd done. It was going to be a good day.