Monday morning started out very slow.  I felt discouraged about a few things, and I had a hard time getting motivated to do anything.  Before leaving for a dr. appointment in the afternoon, I called Becky.  Was today Abraham’s birthday?  I didn’t have it written down, but I was pretty sure this was that day.  Yep, I was right.  How about a party?  Becky thought that would be nice.  So within seconds, I hung up, called my husband and son at work, and let them know that there was a party at our house tonight – 6:00 p.m.

I packed the kids into the truck, and off we went. The dr. visit first, then to Target to get some gifts, then to get a cake.  I got home 15 minutes before the party was to begin.  Panic.  The house needed some work, the table needed to be set, and presents to be wrapped.   I had moments of doubt that I’d be able to pull this all together quick enough.  The kids all helped, and when Jennifer (my 23 year old niece) walked through the door after getting home from work, she jumped in and helped, too.  By the time everyone got there, we were ready.

It was a wonderful time.  We talked in the parlor, then moved to the table to eat dinner, sang happy birthday, and  Abraham (two) opened presents.  The mood was happy and there was total family unity and love among all present.  It was a wonderful evening. 

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