I love birthdays, especially my own. But more than birthdays, I love festivities as a family. As I may have written about before – I now make up festivities. My brain seems to operate best in the framework of a specific celebration. I have no idea why, but the days which I title seems more memorable and enjoyable somehow. It’s not even that I have high expectations of the days, I enjoy them whatever happens.
Yesterday though was a proper festivity with its own title. One of the matriarchs of the family reached a milestone birthday. She is not one for large celebrations, but we do have a favourite pub for lunch and a large enough family to make even a quiet celebration rather a big one. There were the requisite badges proclaiming her age in an unsubtle way. There were lots of helium balloons, fortunately enough for each of the smaller grandchildren to take one each home with them at the end of the day. And to spend a good amount of the day having balloon fights – they were definitely well used.
As always the family worked together brilliantly and there was delicious cake (I am rather looking forward to another slice today), bouquets of cup cakes, birthday decorations, fizz, everyone in the right place at the right time (not as easy as it sounds, we do not all live close together and there is a lot of flooding at the moment) and lovely presents and cards.
At the end of the day the birthday girl declared she had had a really lovely day. Good festivity celebrated.
As a side note, I interrupted the writing of this to send rough and ready invitations to another family gathering in a few weeks’ time. I am obsessed.