The Party of Life Continues

So... this is pretty funny. I opened up my blog to write something and had no idea what I'd write. My secret for moments like this is that I often start blog entries with a photo I like and a title that occurs to me when I see the photo... then, weeks or months later I open it up and write something.

I sat down tonight not knowing what to write and JUST at the moment I opened it all up, I saw the title I'd chosen (still up there) and at the same time heard Tom's ipod, which is apparently set on "random", started playing Robert Earl Keene singing "The Road Goes on Forever and the Party Never Ends."

That "coincidence" is not enough, though. I sat down to write while my boys get ready for bed after we kept them up a little late having our Saturday night family party... a party we all desperately needed because the week had just zipped by, leaving us all feeling a little bit like someone riding the bullet train convertible style.

We watched a movie, ate delicious food (fresh tomatoes and basil and mozzarella with olive oil and balsamic vinegar; hot artichoke dip and chips and bread; twice baked mashed potatoes; and fried ocra), and laughed and laughed.

Life IS a party around here. Tom and I try to have a little mini-party every night or so after the kids go to bed... sometimes just graham crackers and milk at 9:00. We celebrate the victories of all sizes, learning the multiplication tables, going to your first elementary school dance, running further than you knew you could, and making it through a high-speed week. We don't think parties require guest lists and party favors, just a moment of time to forget about what is required of us and remember what has been offered to us.

So, this entry is in honor of the inSpiration of celebrations and toasts made with fizzy lemonade.

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