There are times in my life where the hands on the clock don’t seem to move quickly enough; like during the work week when it seems like Friday will never come. Then there are times, decades in fact, which seem to pass in the blink of an eye.
Thirty years ago today I found myself in labor with my first child; I was only seventeen. You can read about it here if you’re so inclined.
I won’t be seeing him today as he’s going to visit his girlfriend’s grandfather who shares the same birth date, as does my grandson. It’s okay though because I saw him just over a week ago, along with about 50 others, when I surprised him with a party…and oh what a party it was.
The hardest part about planning a surprise party is getting the guest of honor to show up and have them, well, surprised. It ended up being quite easy with my son as I simply told him I was throwing a surprise 50th anniversary party for my parents and then followed it up by sending an invitation to him. When he came by for dinner a couple of weeks before the party I had a poster board on the dining room table with some pictures of my parents scattered about (Sucker!) The following Sunday, the weekend before his party, I had him help my husband clean out the garage AND drape the workbenches and such with black sheeting (insert diabolical laughter).
My daughter suggested we go with a pirate theme since he’s been involved with the online Pirates of the Burning Sea game for the past several years. Once that was decided the plotting commenced.
Here’s the invitation that was sent out:
We decorated like nobody’s business; unfortunately we slacked on taking pictures. You’ll just have to take my word that it was kick ass. Pirate flags and streamers were abundant. In addition to using the decorations from my nautical themed guestroom, there was a skeleton decorated with coins & booty and life sized skulls. The keg was in an actual wooden barrel and the kids drinks were served from an inflatable treasure chest cooler. We had pirate hats, swords, eye patches, earrings and parrots for everyone to wear. Guests were instructed to come up with a pirate name to put on their cups, but we had at least two dozen cups ready with names just in case. Two of my favorites were:
Mary Jane McGinty…Sailin’ the High Seas on the Roach Clipper
Crabcrotch Carloine…She be sailin’ an Itchy Vessel.
All in all the party was a huge success and I think he was happy.
Now, a pictorial….minus the fantabulous decorations.
The accusatory point. “You, yeah you. Payback’s a bitch!”
Here’s me hugging my son. Yes, he’s towering over me; I’m 5’2” and he’s 6’4”. I don’t where he got his height from but it’s been nice when I’ve needed something out of the cabinet above the refrigerator.
This is the map I found in a box of his books that I burned and crumpled to make look more aged…a map that I was unaware of him wanting to keep (oops!).
My sister-in-law, who was apparently under the misconception that it was a Jungle Party…RAWR!!!
My dog Levi, who got in on the action by threat of walking the plank. That or he would be barred from scavenging any food that was dropped.
My son and his girlfriend. He’s truly found his treasure with her.
My daughter and grandson.
A ring in the ear is worth two in the nose…obviously.
Ahoy maties, make a wish and blow!
Happy Birthday to you, my son. You are an intelligent and compassionate young man and I am proud to be your mother.
And a Happy Birthday to my grandson who turns eight today.
How weird is it that they were both born on the same day…at the same hospital…and are both left handed?