I love birthday parties.
Not the Chuck E. Cheese fifth
circle of hell parties, but the sprawling mid-summer lawn parties with
the kids running wild through a backyard sprinkler, the adults huddled
under the trees with a few bottles of wine, coolers of beer and a big
cheese platter.
Somehow, the big guy (girl) upstairs saw fit to
ensure I can throw one every year - they made sure I gave birth in
June. And every year since my daughter turned one, I've made a trip to
the beer store, stocked up on veggie burgers and hamburgers and pulled
out the grill.
My colleague Jen says birthday parties for kids
under three are silly unless you're inviting immediate family only. I
respectfully disagree - and not just because I love me a good party on
a warm summer's day.
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