Saturday began with me running errands. I dropped off the manuscripts to my manicurist and the owner of the salon, mailed out the book signing idea letters to Borders and Barnes and Nobel-B.Dalton Books; went to the bank and then among other things, ran over to my best BFF's house to give her the new set of Yankee Candles that she had left in my car.
I hadn't planned on staying but I ended up running a few errands with her as well and then went home to shower and change for my dinner with my son, his wife and my husband for our anniversary. My son arrived at around six and they gave us a beautifully framed wedding photograph of themselves for me wall as I had requested and a lovely card.
When we arrived at our destination restaurant I got a little nervous because it was one that I had eaten at previously and the reaction to the food had been bad. I said nothing because I didn't want to ruin the evening with my family.
My husband had said that we had reservations but the hostess did not have our names. Finally, they were going to put us on the waiting list. They asked my husband how many. I could see that he was upset. My son was acting oddly too and his wife was staring at the floor. My husband answered that there were 15 of us. Now I know that I haven't felt good lately but I was fairly sure that we were a family of four. I understood... I whacked my husband playfully on the arm. 'You lied to me," I teased him saying. There was obviously a party. He laughed and my son and his wife grinned at each other.
The room was filled with my family, best friends, my sister-in-law, and the kids, and mom-in-law. It was so lovely. We had a great time together. My younger sister was the only one missing that had said she was coming- she was ill unfortunately. Afterwards we all came back to the house and talked the night away. Everyone left at about midnight. My young Bff from Pa wanted to go out together and have a nightcap. I went. We got in long about 3am. It was so much fun!
Sunday was spent recuperating from the evenings festivities and straightening the house after seeing my husband off at 6am away to his class at the Penn Quarry. My BFF from Pa left at around 2pm in the afternoon and my husband came back from his dive where he was helping to certify students in scuba. It was a wonderful weekend and I feel so loved. 25 years is a long time. I'm glad that he remembered to remember it this year. I'm looking forward to the next 25. ;-)
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