Scatterbits

Today is Elayna's 17th birthday. Wow. Dude.

Tomorrow is her debut in Seussical! All are invited! It's at her high school; e-mail me if you need to know where that is. It starts at 7pm, and tickets are $10. Check out her Facebook profile for a pic from the dress rehearsal!

So my parents are here. This is the first time they've met one of my non-spouse poly partners as a partner. They met feste_sylvain first as our friend, because I wasn't out to them yet. I think it went as well as it could have? I mean, awkward. But only in places. It wasn't a full night of awkward. The true test is today, when I'll be spending the day just with them; if she has a Problem with our situation, that's when Mom will bring it up. She's too polite to do so in front of Judah, you see. I plan to distract her by suggesting clothes shopping; I legitimately do need new jeans, and hopefully we can derail the complaintmobile onto Route "Why Aren't You a Size Zero Anymore". I am more comfortable on that terrain, as I don't actually care that I'm not the slender waif she'd prefer.

Elayna actually has rehearsal until late! :( I'm going to see if there's an opportune time to sneak in for hugs. I love that she's in the musical, but I hate never seeing her. Especially on her birthday!

*stretch* For now, I shower and wrap her gifts (I'm such a slacker). Then the parents will descend.

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I spent all day couch shopping with my parents, which was exactly as awful as I had always dreamed it would be. And then all evening being plaintive about how much I miss Elayna - it seems so wrong not to see my daughter on her birthday. :(

Rehearsal let out around 10. She opened her birthday gifts, which she loved! She had just a few minutes to chat before her shower; after her shower, she headed for her bedroom, the said "One more hug!" and came back and hugged me. I reminded her to dry her hair a bit more, and fetched her an armload of extra blankets. (The boiler issue? Not really fixed, and now we are heat-free. He's coming back tomorrow morning.) I piled blankets on blankets, she tunneled in; I started to dim her lights, and I paused.

And sang.

"Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go..."
(Elayna: "Ba badda ba bum")
"Goodnight, sweetheart, well, it's time to go..."
("Ba ba-da bum")
"I hate to leave you, but I really must say,"
Chorused: "Goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight."

I sang that to her every night of her life, right up through middle school when she decided that it might be uncool. I sang it to her the night she was born. When I was out of town, I called her to sing it to her over the phone.

So just spontaneously, tonight, her seventeenth birthday, I reminded her, and she sang with me. There is nothing more perfect than that moment... her realizing what I was doing, chiming in, and her megawatt grin after.

Good night, Elayna. Happy birthday. <3