After the post of my first blog about “the event” I received a text from one of my friends that PERFECTLY framed this epilogue. The text read, “Perfection is the impossible teasing reality. Hope things are outstanding.” My friend was exactly right. It wasn’t PERFECT. Noni and I were rushed until the very last minute with preps, Mom finished volunteer work 2 hours early and my aunt had to occupy her for that time while we finished, and the guests hadn’t all arrived before Mom. But our event was OUTSTANDING. There was plenty of food, OUTSTANDINGLY presented. There was plenty to drink; an OUTSTANDING assortment to meet all needs. There was an OUTSTANDING variety of friends across all periods of her life who came in and out throughout the course of the day. And best of all, she was PERFECTLY surprised.
Now that all the dishes are clean, leftovers handled, gifts opened, and guests departed, I’m able to take that sigh of relief, enjoy the quiet of home, and smile…happy birthday, Mom. It may not have been perfect, but I hope you found it to be an OUTSTANDING celebration.