Yesterday (Monday) would have been Herself’s 70th birthday. We’d have had bunting and balloons and fun and family and love and laughter, if only she’d been with us. But she’s not. I had a little snivel or two instead. And maybe a big one.
So, it’s just as well we had that big tea party three years ago. The one we decided to go for when we realised that we couldn’t wait to celebrate. Of course, we had to pretend it wasn’t what we knew it to be; luckily the Brother had a 40th birthday- a great excuse to gather the friends and relations, put up the decorations and eat cupcakes.
In the snow and ice, people came from all arts and parts. We put on the style and partied for Herself.
I’m so glad we did.