We were sitting on the runway, about to take off, when Audrey proclaimed for the thousandth time that she wanted to "go see Ella and Kate now." To curb another paroxysm of tears, I suggested that we throw ourselves a birthday party upon our arrival home, thus commencing an elaborate discussion about just what we would do... the cake we would make (angel food, Daddy's favorite), the songs we would sing (Happy Birthday, of course), and exactly how many candles we would need (13, to spell h-a-p-p-y b-i-r-t-h-d-a-y).
Yesterday we succeeded in completing all necessary preparations and - the moment Dutch dragged his tired body through the door - the festivities began. Here is a catalogue of our party in pictures:
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