There was no convincing Quinn that I didn’t need any special treatment just because I happened to be at their house on July 8. No, I was to get the royal treatment like everyone else in the family.
That means the traditional blue and white flags fly throughout the day. Tradition also means candled donuts for breakfast and the birthday song. But I’m not eating donuts or anything of the kind these days. Perplexing.
No worries. She figured it out, though this required the song to change to “Light all the candle on the egg, tell all who come…” Then the question—”What do you remember about the day you were born?”
My Paleo diet restrictions made the lunch choice an easy one, especially when Joe’s Real BBQ offers anyone with a birthday a $10 lunch. All settled at the table, Quinn asked Bailey to give God thanks for our food. In his prayer he included thankfulness for my birth and “for the chain reaction that happened after that to make our family what it is today.” Somehow I managed to eat after that.
Next stop on the birthday train…
Despicable Me 2! I don’t think I’ve laughed so much through one movie since “Oh Brother Where Art Thou.”
After a short layover at home base, Q and I were off again. Who knew Chick-Fil-A would throw such a big event in my honor?
Many raving fans came to my party. (You can see the two who brought me heading for our table.)
They served delicious food and gave everyone cool party favors. We learned all about Chick-fil-A, even why the A is capitalized. This coming Friday is “Cow Appreciation Day.” Anyone who shows up at a Chick-fil-A store wearing a head-to-hoof cow costume gets a free meal.
These two raving fans share weekly conversation at Chick-fil-A, thus the special invitation to this event. And since I’ve enjoyed Chick-fil-A since before they were born (whenever I have the opportunity), I fit right in.
Meanwhile, the girls were setting up yet another party!
It included a water toast to Gus and a lively game of Apples to Apples.
It was indeed a happy birthday…start to finish. I announced my intention to plan a birthday visit every year from now on.
The blue/white flag tradition started back in 1993 when Paul found this set at a garage sale and hung them in the yard for my dad’s 89th birthday. (He was by this time five years past his murder.) The flags stayed up through my birthday five days later. We wished we had counted how many people stopped by our house, thinking we were having a garage sale.