Today we celebrated the 6th birthday of the Front Porch Library. As my partner in crime, Kary says, “It seems like longer than that, doesn’t it?” Indeed it does–so many kids have come through the FPL, so much glue, craft paper, sidewalk chalk, reading aloud, shooting hoops, learning Greek mythology–and while cleaning for the party I came across the flash cards I’d made to teach Latin root words. We’ve covered a lot of territory and eaten a heck of a lot of cake in those six years.
This year we served dinner for 35, including two teachers who drove all the way from Jacksonville to be part of the festivities. I can’t thank the volunteers enough–and the spontaneous acts of generosity, like Craig performing his famous Ydon the pirate magic trick and organizing a group poem. Meg, who had just catered a wedding brought all the leftover flowers and put flowers anywhere that would hold a stem, like the door frame and the driveway umbrellas. Kary did a photo booth. Mr. John supervised the kitchen. Tina and Maya helped get the library ready yesterday. Donna, Meg, Penny, Heather and others did a heroic clean-up.
Between the arrival of the twins, screeching into the driveway and the last kid trailing off down the street we ate, did Play-Doh, shot hoops, tossed water balloons, built cities in the living room. It was a class-A celebration and if I was not so tired I’d elaborate. It was a fine, fine celebration.