Our senior year my parents kept party plans a secret. Our dates arrived at 4 p.m., and as we stood out on the front porch we saw Dad round the corner in a big RV. While Dad drove us to various friends' homes for a progressive dinner, Mom served us fresh-squeezed lemonade and appetizers. The evening ended with a downtown concert by our favorite artist, and we made one last stop at a friend’s house for birthday cake, ice cream, and punch.
We all grew up, got married and started having children of our own and, separated by states, had rarely celebrated our birthday together since college days.
This year we turned 40, and decided it called for a special celebration. We spent a week together in Laguna Beach, CA, with our spouses (no kids!) and our parents. Can you pick out my triplet brother and sister in the above picture? They are do not have brown hair like me, if that gives you a hint. Our days were filled with walking the beach, grilling out, eating around the outdoor table as we laughed and told stories.
“Dear Father, thank you for times to get away, rest, and enjoy family. Thank you that you've given us another year of life to celebrate. Amen.”