It was held at a private room in the Hot House in Toronto, where the food was great, the cake was (specially ordered) amazing, and I couldn't have asked for a better way to say good-bye to my forties.
Liam and Morgan, even though both suffering a little from colds, were fantastically behaved and had some fun themselves, but were pretty tuckered by the end of the celebration.
Fifty years has not flown by. As a matter of fact, some of those years were excruciatingly slow, and I'm glad to be done with them. I'm a pretty youthful 50, though, and with everything I now enjoy in my life, I hope I get another 50, and that they go s-l-o-w enough to enjoy every minute. I know they won't, of course...but it's my wish.
Thank you all again for being there.
Liam has very quickly learned how to mimic his father's expressions.
"This party circuit can be such a bore."
My daughter's hilarious.
Ah, the "surprised" face. It's never one to write home about.
Morgan wants a balloon. (She can have the '50th' one if she wants...)
The cake really was amazing. The part that looks like it's blowing up was a '5' and '0' going up in sparkling flames. Thanks for that. ;-)
