We were a tad busy when my two June babies’ birthdays came. The 6 year old’s birthday was the day of the mandatory graduation meeting. The mandatory meeting that one family didn’t attend, but yet showed up the next day at graduation. Graduation day, as I mentioned before, was my 10 year old’s birthday.

Then we proceeded to run at the speed of light. Until I looked up Monday and realized June was almost over. And I hadn’t thrown those birthday parties I’d promised. So I quickly called friends and invited them to a Wednesday party. I combined the two children, something I don’t want to do regularly. I mean, the kids are 4 years apart, and opposite sexes. They really don’t have enough in common to combine parties.

Watching the children hunt for candy in the back yard, civilly open presents, and then to watch the recital the girls put on with their friends really warmed my heart.

I could get used to throwing birthday parties.