Last week my dad turned sixty. My brother, his wife, Andy, and I decided it called for a party. So we planned (and pulled off) a surprise party for him. Saturday evening nineteen people came to my house to celebrate with us. It was great.
We serve prime rib (Andy is an expert at steak), green beans, and baked potatoes. I made two cakes, red velvet and butter pecan (because just one couldn’t hold sixty candles!). It wasn’t the food (although it was delicious) that made this party great. It was the people. These friends, some who have been in their lives for years and others who they’ve met recently, came together to celebrate my dad. He is an incredible man.
I’m glad to be able to host a surprise party like this. I’m glad to have a brother and sister-in-law who enjoy being around us and pulling off a gig like this. I’m glad to have a husband who is supportive and who believes “my” family is his family.
Family is a very good thing. Surprises are a very good thing. A life well lived is a very good thing.
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