We try to get together every year for Daddy’s birthday. With seven kids, it turns into a big celebration. We missed John this year, but everybody else was able to make it. My family came from Texas, Donny and Melba came from Arkansas, Gary drove up from the coast and Darryl came from Columbus. We even had Aunt Gerri and Aunt Trish this year. Mom outdid herself in the kitchen. She cooked turkey and dressing, lima beans, green beans, creamed corn, cornbread, rolls, chocolate cake, fresh sliced tomatoes (the last of the summer, boohoo), macaroni, and cranberry sauce. Aunt Trish brought two homemade chocolate pies, one for Daddy and one for everybody else. Chocolate pies make me think of Mammaw Kolb. Man, she could cook a delicious chocolate pie.
The grandkids fought over who got to help dad blow out the candles on his cake. I think we lit the candles five or six times. Every time Aleck was about to blow the candles out, Ella or Preston would beat him to it. Aleck was not happy!
Ella had to “sample” the icing. Her eyes say, “yummy”!
The menfolk sat on the back porch and talked about menfolk stuff,while the womenfolk cleaned the kitchen.
Mom and Dad with Gary, Donny, Brian, Darryl, Glenda and me. John wasn’t able to make the trip from Arkansas.
Since losing Tom’s dad earlier this year, birthday celebrations are even more special. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow. Have you told that special person you love them today? Well, what are you waiting for? Get off the computer and get to it!
Daddy, Happy Birthday. I love you!