Two days and two weeks ago, we had it down pat: the invitations, the menu, the give-aways. Gianna, the soon-to-be-terrible three, wanted a party at home, with her 7th Road friends. And since the kid is not really that big on parties,we agreed: home, it would be.
But the universe obviously had other plans. The day after what happened to be a really wet Valentine, Gianna's cousin, Sam, had a bad case of gastroenteritis. It was viral, the pedia said: something you can get from the air.
Because Gianna rarely gets sick, we thought the virus won't bite. The day before the big day, however, she started puking and pooing. To cut an otherwise smelly story short, the party for 30 went poof. Instead, it became a party of two, since Sam was only a room away.
For what it's worth, it was a fun, scrapbook-worthy "party" just the same. Which only goes to show that life doesn't always happen as planned. Was it John Lennon who said "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"?