On Friday, The Son turned 17 years old. Dinner that night was a rare and lovely time for us. The Son was feeling well enough after suffering from the flu to sit at the dinner table.
Daughter #1 was down from Seattle for a friend's wedding. She joined us for dinner and put the finishing touches on The Son's birthday cake.
It was just the five of us, the way it was for years before the girls grew up and moved away to college and careers.
Friends of the Son's popped in, bringing balloons and silly gifts and staying for a slice of cake.
Daughter #2 drove in from college to help celebrate the Birthday Boy and get in her pug fix.
We ate and drank and laughed and enjoyed each other's company so much.
By midnight, Husband and I were down with the worst twin cases of flu imaginable.
But for a few hours, we were all well and happy and aware of our many blessings.
Where did Alana's hair go??? I don't get to see you all often enough to keep up on these changes. But it looks gorgeous!ReplyDelete
Alana donated 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love, her third time doing it! She looks adorable with her new cut, and no longer looks like she is only 16 years old. I'm so proud of my girls--they've both donated to this cause three times now. (I did once, but there's something reeeeally creepy about a grey-haired lady with hair down to the middle of her back!)ReplyDelete
Hey, how about cup noodles?ReplyDelete
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