Friday night and the girl is out, come on over to the twist and shout

Actually am just home fresh off a sweet young friend's 19th BD party; it was a family hoedown with 17 attendees. I loved sitting around the dinner table just visiting. My daughter on my right, my better half on my left and random birthday conversation was bantered around the circle of friends and family. Just right. Nearly perfecto way to conclude quite a week.
Tomorrow we travel to PDX for the very fun day of celebrating son's 25th bd. OMG. How can I possibly be a quarter century older. This is my first born we brought home to sleep in the bottom dresser drawer for a little while until payday when we could finish buying his bassinet (it was on layaway). I heard a baby crying in the night and it kept crying. It was like a something I was dreaming. Son's dad said, aren't you going to get up and take care of your son? Oh that's right! I had a son! We had just bought a one bedroom house the size of three car stalls at A&W. But it was ours. I drove an orange VW and the ex a beater truck. And I held the boy on my lap, wrapped in a new stretchy blue cotton baby blanket (car seats were not widely available then) all the way home from Walla Walla in the beater truck, touching his soft as flower petal skin. He was a miracle.
Morphing on March 1 25 years ago, from a singleton to a mother, was profound in too many ways to recall. All positive. Love and meaning bigger than any notion out there...
And tomorrow we will gather with the three foot cake I found at the local bakery, in the jacuzzi suite and have us a day! Meet son's gf for the first time; youngest daughter will stay all night with brother and icing on the cake, my college roommate is able to join our festivities! EEHAA. If older daughter, Typing Vigorously were with us, it would be so perfect.

Speaking of the sweet girl who turns 23 on April 1; she had a bad shock this week; found out her ex-step-sister was the victim of a horrible meth lab related fire a couple days ago. Daughter is so caring and sensitive and is trying to process deep unexpected grief.
Let it go and feel it all daughter. There is nothing magical about grief except to process it and hang on to the good memories and allow the rest to rest in peace. It's a tough thing to listen to a child suffer and be unable to make the pain go away.
Full on sun today. Oh it was life changing, this winter has been long, dark, wet, dreary. More, soon, please.
I need to sleep. Stayed up too late last night.
Much more soon, TTFN