Youthful Folly

Oh so very young Asher,

As is the way of the world, another year has past for me. And since I turned 29 last year, that can only mean the I must be turning 30 this year.  So to bid a fond farewell to youthful folly (now I can only have folly - which isn't nearly as excusable since it isn't youthful anymore), I had a small gathering.  As I put in the invitation, it was a celebration / pity party with homemade ice cream.  Auntie George and I made five kinds of ice cream: vanilla, chocolate, orange creamsicle, blueberry, and peach.

The spread of necessary toppings when one eats ice cream.
	Aunt Alicia brought me balloons for my birthday.  You were hooked from the minute they came into the house.
We all ate ice cream until we though we burst.  So yummy!
Your pal, Ezra, came too.  I think we had a bit of a "turf war" going on because you tormented him relentlessly!
It was really nice to see some people I hadn't seen for a long time.  Hopefully we won't have to wait for a "monumental" birthday to do it again!

Love,
Mom

Nuthin' like a hug from a cousin

The tormenting of Ezra

Auntie George lends a hand