My baby is seven today.
He had two thoughts on the matter:
1. He would rather be eleven, because that is his lucky number.
2. Perhaps he is seven because there are seven letters in BENNETT.
It occurred to me last night, that I won't get away with merely hosting a 'family & friends of the family' BBQ & Egg Hunt, as is our tradition, when my son started talking about all his friends that were going to be at his party....shit! So I whipped up a stack of invites and had the lad dictate me a list of pals from school and daycare to address them to. This morning was spent feverishly delivering invites to classmates that get a whole 24-hour notice on a party being held on a holiday weekend. Meanwhile, I'm stuffing more plastic eggs and crossing my fingers that at least a few of his friends can make it!
2008 - 2007 - post party '07
Many more memories of parties past on the pumpkin's blog.
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"When the inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate."
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