It was a celebration! Every birthday is a party. But. Come on. 95 years!! We celebrated Mom. And. She felt the love.
For us it started with a spend the night with Cecilia and her parents.
She had been fussy before we arrived. So she did lots of sleeping while we were there. She is such a sweetie. And full of smiles when she was awake.
It was a rainy drive down on Friday. We visited with Mom first thing then ran to the store and picked up rain gear so we could attend the local football game that night. (You know Beach Boy is a coach, right?) Of course there wasn't a drop of rain during the game, but we were good scouts and were prepared! Our team won the game and the weekend just got better and better.
Late delivery of some birthday presents for Millie. Out of Town Son and wife sent the assortment of musical instruments. Beach Boy duly noted the noisy gift and promises to return the favor in aces.
Millie and Peyton both loved them all and we had well directed parades around the house over the course of the weekend.
Football fun. This girl danced and cheered her team to victory!
And then it was Saturday.
Cheers to Mom! Hip. Hip. Hooray! 95!!
Millie enjoyed Aunt Kaye's chocolate chip cake.
Peyton wanted her cake and ice cream separate.
Some of us kept up with football scores on Saturday. We won some. We lost some.
On Sunday, after mass, we all had a lovely long lunch at the Chimneys. A dear friend of big brother had baked Mom's cake. And. It was fabulous.
After dinner Sister from Texas and I wanted one last walk around our little piece of heaven. A beach property that has been in our family for over 100 years. That storm 10 years ago wiped out the house that stood on the lot. The deal to sell it should be complete in a few weeks.
Sistah, Mom, and me.
This is where the house stood.
Sistah gathered treasures from the land to take back to Texas.
How many times did we cross this highway in this very spot to play on the beach? How many times did my Granny see this very scene from her porch? How many times did we watch fireworks on the 4th of July from this very spot?
How many times?
Onward. Ever onward. Push that little heartache down and move forward.
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Back to the grind this week. Dance class was full, full, full. Had a leisurely lunch with my girls yesterday. We sat outside 'cause the weather was perfect. I'm still reading "Exodus". My new crochet project is filling out.
Next week I get to go spend the night at Daughter's house in the middle of the week. There's a Jimmy Buffet song just dying to get out..."Fruitcakes"...go google that!
Life is good.
Life IS good.
Namaste.
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