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| My proudest picture: Ten Alters in church with me |
Well, it’s a wrap.
I’m officially eighty years old and well celebrated. What a wonderful,
exhausting weekend it was—filled with family, friends, and astounding food. I
got hugs from everyone, and now I want to collect recipes from all who brought
something. About nine-fifteen last night I found myself alone in the living
room while a small group chattered in the kitchen. One of Jordan’s friends of
whom I’m especially fond wandered in after I gestured to him, and I said, “I
guess the party’s over.” We both laughed long and hard, but it was time to end
the festivities. For those of you who tell me you like to follow my family, here
are a few pictures, though I may scatter more in throughout the week.
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| Cutting the cake, with grandson ready to eat it |
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| Christian |
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| Jamie with his new puppy, who was clearly exhausted |
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| Megan |
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| Kegan, youngest grandchild, with a new and dramatic haircut |
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| My brother and his son |
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| my daughters |
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| Jacob |
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| Morgan |
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| My sons in earnest discussion |
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