As I mentioned in an earlier post, this weekend, my family celebrated my grandfather’s 80th birthday. It was held at a country club near where my folks live and there were, appropriately, about 80 people there. Some of them, I knew, others, not so much. I got a lot of, “You’re one of Ernie’s grandchildren, aren’t you? Do you remember me? I remember you when you were this tall!”
Being that I’m far from statuesque and had neglected to wear heels, this wasn’t saying much…
Anyway, there were a couple monseigneurs on hand to give birthday
toasts blessings because my grandfather likes to roll with the holy men. At one point, one them got up and asked us to bow our heads and give thanks “for the gift of Ernie.” I’m not gonna lie, I kind of wanted to crack up, but something told me this was some kind of tender moment in which my inappropriateness would not be welcome.
I neglected to photograph the dessert spread, as I was called to a family photoshoot by the fireplace (which will probably come back to haunt me one day), but there were some nice mini-pastries and an ice cream set-up. There had been strict orders not to serve birthday cake!
All in all, it was a nice party, and my grandfather was happy that everyone could be there to celebrate the gift of Ernie, and that’s what really matters.
Have you celebrated any “milestone” birthdays in your family recently?
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