Caught ya, didn't I? You thought it said "Wordless Wednesday." It started out that way, but I can not be wordless. Wordless is contrary to my nature. So what's the opposite of wordless? Wordish: adj. respecting words; full of words; wordy; verbose; long-winded. You get the idea.
My birthday boy celebrated his 21st with us last night. As usual, he walked in the door, the dog peed in delight on the floor (that *@#* dog can not hold her pee when she is happy), the kids all talked at once, the piano played, and the boys grab-assed -- all in the first two minutes.
The other highlights included:
My husband offered my son his first adult beverage (I have no delusions that it was actually his first, just the first that was offered at home, as in "Son, will you enjoy a beer with me?"). Ahem. I guess he's legal, and I'd rather he drink it at home, not that drinking it at home kept him from drinking it anywhere else.
My mom came over, and with my eldest being her favorite grandchild (no secrets there), there much loving and hugging and more talking at once.
I made and we enjoyed my son's favorite food, Stromboli -- pepperoni and spicy sausage, with a big tossed salad.
We sang "Happy Birthday" and enjoyed Pumpkin Pie, his favorite dessert.
We looked through photo albums, and enjoyed remembering his first few years. He was the cutest kid, and I'm not just biased.
And then someone noticed a rainbow -- we had huge storms yesterday, like so many people did -- and we had 180 degrees of rainbow. Because of the trees you can only see the beginning and end (or end and beginning) in the pictures, and then only a little bit of one side, but it was very vibrant and beautiful. And timely.