We celebrated the last year of the twenties with a crab feast in Steve's honor. My mother made the meal and decorations, with Cutter's help, and I baked the cake. Seafood and I do not relate well with one another. A culinary masterpiece at its best, my mother ensured that my husband did not starve to death and was well-supplied with leg after leg of crab. My brother and I noshed on salmon while the others enjoyed their sea fare.
Gifts were presented, candles were extinguished, and cake was enjoyed by all.
A truly wonderful twenty-ninth birthday for the man of my dreams - in reality.
|Presents for birthday boys.|
|Bib and all.|
|Enjoyed every last drop.|
|Singing happy birthday.|