In the days leading up to Sophia’s birthday, we did our traditional thing of making lots of lanterns. Paper mache, mason jar lanterns, and I briefly considered trying to repurpose old coffee containers, but that seemed like too much work so I didn’t. Lily was so INTO painting the tissue paper onto the balloons; she outlasted the other two by a mile and did such a neat job.
We invited the family up to help as celebrate, of course, and also a few close friends. Sophia had so much fun playing and partying. It was a lot of fun. We had a brief lantern walk with our friends, but later that night we decided to go out again, in the dark, and sing and sing, and walk the dark with our lanterns swinging. Sophia and Grace enjoyed themselves, but Lily LOVED it! She kept coming up with new songs to sing. Grace was very purposeful and serious with her lantern and also the bright headlamp Dad let her use. It was a great way to conclude Sophia’s day.
Everything…the grass, the animals, us…are beginning to buckle down for the winter ahead. I love this moment, where everything feels slightly sparkly. The air always has a crisp to it, but there are still bits of green grass. The trees are in that moment between summer and winter where they’ve shed their leaves, and their arms look so poignant and meaningful, pointing ever skyward. People who complain about the cold season in New England have obviously not spent much time looking up…the ground may be a bit monotone, but the winter sky is ablaze with color and riveting self expression.
This month we visited a couple museums and ice skated too. Sophia had riding lessons a few times, but the cold kept us away mostly. Thanksgiving was so much fun; we celebrated in Rhode Island with my husband’s parents and one of my little sister’s came along as well. This month I turned 31, which was sobering – much more sobering then turning 30 had been! And the day before Thanksgiving, I got the call about my biopsy results. I was positive for thyroid cancer. It was a little bit dizzying, especially as one of my sister’s had been diagnosed the year before with the exact same cancer. I began work on locating a doctor in Boston that I would feel comfortable having perform my surgery.