When my mom was a little girl, as one of five children, she could choose one year in which to have a birthday party. When she turned 11, she invited the girls from church and the neighborhood children for cake and ice cream.
I remember having a party when I turned 5. I don't know if I remember the party because we have a picture of it, but I had five friends come over for cake and ice cream. I remember opening presents and I laughed at the way one gift was wrapped (the guest had wrapped it herself), but it turned out to be a very cute coin purse that I really liked. I later felt very bad about laughing. I think I had at least one other party growing up, but details are fuzzy in my mind.
Tomorrow I turn 50 (!), and several months ago I decided that it would be a good year to have a party, so yesterday I ordered up some Mexican food and a birthday cake, invited my dear friends to bring a beverage, and we enjoyed the warm weather and each other's company in our great backyard. I could NOT have done this all without the wonderful help from Hal and Claire who made sure that food appeared, patio furniture was cleaned and in place, guests had people to talk to, and many more details. I feel very blessed.

Enchiladas, rice and beans from Los Jarritos, black bean and corn salad, green salad, and pupusas (still cooking inside at the time of this photo). We have lots of leftovers!

White cake from Costco. Harvey Mudd Chemistry is enjoying the leftovers today.

My friends giving me a birthday serenade!