At last! I got the pictures from Carollea of Dad’s party.
Remember the Big Day? It was so much fun!
These two are deep in discussion. Never fails when they get together.
Of course, fun times were had at the party. Naturally, Dad shared in several hugs and handshakes.
Sparky was the name of Dad’s horse. (There should have been a comma after the you, but hey. Perfection is boring. LOL)
The cake was delicious! Half chocolate, half white and a cherry filling. Oh, baby! The girls at Homeland bake a mean cake.
Jeffrey and I grilled hamburgers, I caught my grill on fire. (Not my fault! There was too much fat in the meat. That’s my story and I’m sticking!)
Everyone in the office brought dishes to share. I’m telling you, these women can cook!
And this crew can eat! They didn’t even back off when they found out I was helping with the hamburgers. 🙂
But before a bite was eaten, before one person filled his (or her) plate, we thanked God– for health, and friends and, most importantly (in my book, anyway) for family, near and far, and those who’ve gone on before us, but shaped our lives and helped us become who we are.
The best gift of all.
- Par-ty! Par-ty! Par-ty! (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- O-T-H GANG Rides Again (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- Sparks (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)
- Salt Can’t Save Her (smalltownworld.wordpress.com)