She got presents. Here’s one I got her.
She earned all the bling. That’s all hers. Mine doesn’t fit on there. So she has a display and it is already filled. Which, I guess, means she needs another one.
She got another present, which will of course arrive 15 minutes after the conclusion of her birthday. So, we figured, the birthday doesn’t end until the last present is in.
We went to the best Japanese steakhouse in town. The food was nice. The chef was talented.
We sat with a couple on a date and a family of five celebrating their oldest son’s birthday. Both the male date and the dad couldn’t be attentive at the table. The date had to continually check his fantasy football scores on his phone. The dad had to text with Coach Bob, no doubt an important member of the family with an unfortunate name or coach of the kid’s baseball team who was not invited to the dinner. The mother was … displeased.
The little girl said “I looked at the fire and I wasn’t scared!”
The oldest boy, the birthday boy, was transfixed by the fire.
You hate to make snap judgments from a short cross section of a family’s life but sometimes they make it easy.
We had ice cream cake for dessert. It was a lovely evening.
