Sixty four!

Exactly one month to the day since the oldest four girls in our family gathered in the city to support each other through Farmdoc's open heart surgery, we came together once again. This time Abby came all the way across the seas to join us too.

And this time we came together to celebrate.

We sang Happy Birthday.

We danced to the obvious Beatles song.

We drank coffee.

We ate a big lunch and a little cake.

We reminisced.

We spent time together with no husbands, or boyfriends, or children, or pets.

We talked through issues and told stories.

We cried at his speech and laughed at hers.

What a day!

Happy Birthday Dad!

I hope you had a great day.

xx

ps. Bloody Blogger just swallowed this post when I tried to publish it the first time. I think it was better the first time too.

pps. Thanks heaps for all the answers to my last post. You guys are awesome.

ppps. Imagine how much fun it'll be when you turn 64 and get to spend the day with your adult children. Now that'll be a great day too I think.

pppps. I'm on officially on Pinterest now as Foxslane.

Daughter.

Late yesterday afternoon Indi and Jazzy and I headed over to The Palais in Hepburn Springs to listen to my sister Emily do a sound check for her gig later on.

After the sound check we hung around and ate a sort of meal with the band. Somehow time flew and it was already way past bed time and Emily was about to go on stage so we stayed for that too.

She was amazing. It was the first time I've ever seen her play with her double bassist Adam which was wonderful too.

And then, when Emily sang her song Daughter Indi and Jazzy got up on stage and sang along with her.

Daughter is a song Emily wrote when she was traveling in Europe and waiting for news of the birth of my first child. Everyone in Australia as well as everyone she met overseas was convinced I was having a boy. Emily wasn't.

I first heard Emily sing that song almost 10 years ago. I remember how emotional it made me at the time. Well, I'm not sure if that had anything on watching and hearing it sung by those three gorgeous girls last night.

We're a bit weary here today after our late, late night last night. But we are also a bit excited and there's quite a bit of talk about being 'almost famous' when they grow up. Apparently 'almost famous' means you are famous but still able to get on with your own life when you want to.

Oh and please excuse the crappy pic that was taken on my phone, texted to Bren, emailed back to my computer and then uploaded to my blog.

So lovely people, I hope your Sunday is a funday and there's no way I'm telling you how I'm doing with my emails after reading Vic's post.

See ya!