That's him, in the red shirt, offering a few words of thanks to all for helping to celebrate such a milestone birthday for her.
The birthday queen, complete with gold tiara and a sash proclaiming her to be "50 and fabulous!" offered us her thanks, too, and said "Time for cake!"
Hahahaha!
But not so fast!
We all have to sing "Happy birthday" and who better to lead the chorus than their daughter, Cecelia?
The beret-clad 21-year-old gladly piped up!
(smile!)
Their son Aaron, a strapping young high school junior who's taller than both parents, brought me a healthy slab of the double-layer concoction!
I thought it had polka dots throughout its vanilla layer - nope!
It's called a marble cake... but Deatre got a good laugh out of my interpretation of its construction!
(smile!)
The party was held at a new Spanky's in Pooler, a place I'd never been... and it was over in Pooler.
That meant I would need to travel at highway speeds to get there.
Yes, the weather was blue-sky sunny, with no chance of rain, and was warm, so the only thing stopping me, really and truly, was my fear of having a dizzy spell while there.
My fear about something that might not happen, a direct offshoot of my mistrust of my heart these days.
Sigh.
Fortunately, my cousin Bonnie had posted this positive message: "Your mind will always believe everything you tell it. Feed it hope. Feed it truth. Feed it with love."
No time like the present to do that very thing.
I had told John I would be there, so that's what I was going to do.
He was so thrilled that I'd come, even an hour late, that he'd vacated his seat by Deatre so I could sit with her!
That meant I was also with their son, and his girlfriend, and his BFF, and his BFF's parents.
What a welcoming environment!
And the party was buffet style, with plenty of Spanky's famous chicken fingers and spuds, and even a bit of salad for those who partake!
(That's an inside joke, as neither Deatre nor John are vegetable eaters.)
At my table, lots of stories of kids at school abounded, as well as tales of family vacations and college plans, and jobs the kids had - fun!
Then, after the cake, when others were heading out, John came over to visit with me and tell folks about his first date with Deatre (with me and Jeff there as moral support for him) and me being the first non-family to visit in the hospital after Ceelee was born.
I reminded him that we'd known each other much longer than that! All the way back to the beer loft at the Savannah Sand Gnats baseball games! And even farther back, to the trivia games hosted by Jeff at Sam Fink's Deli... ah, good times!
Yes, indeed.
Good times back then, good times today, good times ahead...
i thank You, God.
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