Mom's birthday was coming. She was too sick to go anywhere and material goods didn't seem to have any value given the situation. We wanted her day to be special, but didn't know what to do.
Dayna had an idea. She thought that we could get the primary kids to come and sing happy birthday to her.
At first we wrote the idea off.
After thinking about it for a few days I decided that I thought that we could do it and we should do it!
So many people wanted to do something to help. I thought that singing Happy Birthday was something that everyone could participate in. Instead of inviting just the kids we would invite the entire ward. With the help of Facebook, Bishop Rupp, and other family members we got the word out and just hoped that someone, anyone would show up.
We didn't even tell Dad what we were doing. We didn't want to risk the chance of him saying NO. Imagine his surprise when preparations began in his garage a few hours before the party started.
Family members helped blow up balloons and put Dayna's butcher paper signs up on the front lawn. Mom was resting in the sick room and had no idea what was going on just outside the window...
As 1:00pm approached we were getting a little nervous tIhat people weren't going to show up. That is when I looked up 600 West and saw it...
A sea of red
(red, Mom's favorite color).
The sea of red was the members of my Mom's ward walking to our house. I will never forget looking up that street and seeing all those people. I was moved to tears. Humbled by the support.
The front yard was covered with people. While we waited for family members to get there we had everyone start writing birthday wishes on these cute cupcake papers that Dayna made.
Dad put Mom in the wheelchair and brought her to the front door. When we opened it and she saw all the people she was thrilled. From the porch she shouted out to her friends from work. She was so excited to see them. We handed out balloons and sang the traditional Happy Birthday to Mom. After we sang everyone wanted to talk to Mom. They formed a little line down the front porch and on to the sidewalk and lawn. If mom was tired or in pain we couldn't tell. She took time to speak with every single person that showed up to help her celebrate her day. She was truly a class act.
Later she said that she loved it and that it was perfect.
Perfect...for her I hope that it truly was.
It was a day that I will never forget.