One person who knows how to take bling seriously.
|Anna, eight years old on Friday|
And one who doesn't.
|Kevin, 21 years old and not afraid to pose in a tiara|
* Taken at Anna's birthday party which we celebrated in Denver on Saturday (though her actual birth day is the 12th). Everyone joined in the festivities at Grandmom and Grandad's house except Paul and Nicole (still in Quantico,Virginia) and Dominic and Michelle (in school in Omaha). All the aunts and uncles were present and accounted for, as well as two-thirds of the cousins. Everyone talked a lot. Ate too much. Sang terrible. Had a great time. Makes my Monday remembering it all. I can even forget about the thousands of calories I consumed in the joy of the reminiscences.
* But, then //insert scary-monster-movie music here// two of the last three hold-outs from last week's stomach bug soiree joined the fun Sunday morning. Making Mommy miss Mass and visiting with her Denver friends. (=sigh=) Causing furrowed brows of trepidation re: the drive back home over the mountains.
There was a lot of whining, but there were no "mishaps."
Thank you, God. That makes my Monday, too.