So then... just before I rushed out the door the morning of my birthday on Saturday, one of the MYP said brightly, 'what do you like better, chocolate or vanilla'. I gave her an answer and off we went. For the second year in a row, I spent at least three of my birthday hours doing this:
Watching volleyball. Son #1 is #28 if you follow. They celebrated with a championship trophy. Then it was time to return home to the girls. I got a text: "the cupcakes didn't turn out". As we turned the corner, we see all the windows wide open with the curtains billowing out (screens haven't been put on yet). Uh-oh. Walk into a. literal. disaster. Dishes aplenty. Debris on floor. And the oven looking like this:
It's the thought that counts. And thoughtful they were!
After a immediate family day at home, it followed by an extended family day at my folks.
There we are. All five us us plus an extra.
It was extra-special to have uncle A. with us. He's nearby for a few weeks before he heads off to help others again. There's just something about family. Even though we only get to see him once/couple years, it is just like no time has passed. I would almost like to convey in word what it means to have him, but I can't, so I won't.
Yes, this was about the best birthday I have ever had. The gifts were wonderful. But the added blessing and bonus of family immediate and otherwise is even better. Here's to another 48...