Shauna has a Birthday

I don't understand how this happened, but I have a 47 year-old daughter. How can it be when I am not even that old — at least inside. (However, I confess to feeling even older than my 72 years every time I attempt to move my body.) Shauna has flourished this year in particular. It makes me so happy and even proud to see what she has accomplished. However, I shan't go on about that because it's her story and not mine. (Don't you just love shan't? It is from my grandparents, and don't know if I've heard it for more than 60 years now.)

I made four 8.5x14 posters just to spice up the occasion a little bit. Here are two of them.

We ordered pizza for supper. I think even pizza is a treat for her after a year of watching calories.

The lighting of the candles (on her favourite dessert, apple crisp) followed by the ceremonial processional while singing the birthday song and the blowing out.

Then came the gifts. Isn't the first photo a nice family snapshot?

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This gift was opened with puzzlement, but the softness of the scarf was appreciated by Jonathan who burrowed right into it.

Meanwhile, Danica made her own impromptu scarf.