We’ve been celebrating The 7th Wonder’s 2nd birthday over the weekend. Friends and family arrived to our home with little fuss and not a whole lot more expectations. It was a laid back affair and much welcome by all VonSponges who were either tired from late night work before or just plain run down with cold.
I’m still buzzing from the fact that I have two special visitors at the party. A really good friend of mine, Azhar whom I don’t get to see enough and Spring, a visiting friend from Malaysia whom I hasn’t seen since 1997 – 2 careers, 3 house moves and 4 children ago. Both Azhar and Spring were my housemates when we were at university. These are the people who took me on when I became homeless, the first people to be told of my unplanned pregnancy and in Azhar’s case, the person who convinced me that maybe I wanted to keep my baby.
I’m not feeling pretty coherent tonight. I took some photos. They won’t be in any chronological order. I hope you won’t mind that.
Most of the time, the best moments in life are these times in between the photographic snapshots that often grace your Facebook wall and blog.
So here are to the moments in between these photos. The bit where The 7th Wonder climbed up onto Azhar’s lap and fell asleep in his arm. And him eating his curry while craddling her. The part where I blew up 60 balloons even with my drinking cold and watched 7 burst one after another. The cackles of laughter which interspersed our nostalgic conversations about pineapple jam tartlets, me being a useless cook, Malaysian ghosts and the merits of perfect dried anchovies. All this in a jumbled up, mash up of Malay with enough English to not alienate the non-Malay speaking people.