07, oct 07

My father greeted me by the greenhouse with a red lantern, then lead me through the rooms toward the back porch. Lights hung from the trees visible outside. Grapes and acorns on the table with a Spider-man cake and black cherry ice cream. A basket of entertaining hats. An old movie played in the adjoining room. We danced to my own music collection. Watson chased balloons. James photographed the joy, equipped with an orange filter I advised. Dan told verbose jokes. Tim held my hand. Papa looked sweet with his book on lap - he told stories and we discussed my book on saints. Mum spun around, brought up the topic of cake numerous times. Lake smiled shyly.

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Lake made breakfast for me, but I was too sleepy to get out of bed, so Tim ate it. We spent the afternoon in bed. The previous night we ate steak like kings and avoided Mexican foods.