65 Years of Celebration

Last night was mom's 65th birthday party and we celebrated the pre-holiday hooplah with a round of cake, subs, and trail mix. As if it was practice for the chaos to come, everyone gathered for noise, argument, laughter and conversation. Poor Jake. He was so tired and had a posse of green goblins in his nostrils. He grew cranky in my arms until I rocked him to sleep. I envy the fact he could rest and chill out as all our noise surrounded him. Even so, the tranquility is an awesome gift for the Crandall~Barnwell~Isgar clan. Youth centers the old, that's for sure. It seems only yesterday he was incubating in Casey's stomach.