The intent of the prompt is to publish a photo of something that tops off an experience and makes it special. It doesn’t have to specifically be a cherry.
These little guys were definitely the icing on the cake when they arrived to visit a few days after I celebrated my birthday in Sheridan, Wyoming. They came to visit their grandmother, one of my best and oldest friends, but because I live in Mexico and they don’t live in the town where I visit her and my sister most years, I’d never met them before. They came running in and said, “Our dad says you are his godmother. Does that mean you are our great godmother?” I said, “No, that makes me your ‘fairly’ godmother.” And it went on from there. They are adorable and smart as you can probably see from this photo. The one on the right was getting a buzz haircut from his dad when his dad decided it looked cool to leave a little ducktail in front, and I think he was right. It is adorable. At one point, the last day they were in Sheridan, we all went to the Holiday Inn for breakfast. There was a wishing pool and after the boys threw in their money, Ducktail came and reported he’d gotten his wish. He told us what it was and I said, “Well, that was my wish, too!” He looked at me quizzically and said, “Oh, did you wish that you were younger?” Ha. Think he missed the part about our wishes being the same.
This is what the icing on my birthday cake looked like:
The photo that is here rendered in frosting was of me blowing out the candles on my birthday cake at age three. jdbphoto
And here it is three days later. Yech! Glad I have aged a bit better. The cake has fewer wrinkles but at least I haven’t turned green and broken out in boils!! jdbphoto
Marjorie Pauline is my very dear friend, fellow writer, enthusiastic walker and dance partner. When I’m at the beach, she is the one who pulls me out to dance twice a week, and if she had her “druthers,” it would be three times. She has done the 500 mile Camino walk in Spain three times–including last year, when she did it to celebrate her 80th birthday, so her daily 5 to 10 mile walks on the beach when she is in La Manzanilla are nothing in comparison.
Above all, she is a social person, so it came as no surprise when we went to her favorite dancing spot, Palapa Joe’s, to celebrate her 81st birthday on February 12, that a margarita was put in her hand the minute she walked in the door, that her favorite band member greeted her as “Mom” and that people started coming to the table with cards and gifts. But when the band struck up a tune, all else faded away. “C’mon, let’s dance!” she demanded and away we went to dance every dance where she wasn’t recruited by one or another male friend.
Yes, the band sang “Happy Birthday,” the kitchen staff presented her with a Hostess Cupcake birthday cake and friends presented gag gifts. But the best part of the entire evening for the birthday girl was, as always, the dance!!!!
(Click on first picture to view a slideshow of all photos in enlarged format with captions.)
Uh, Marjorie Pauline, I don’t think this is the particular body part this garment was designed for!
The Lounge Lizards instigate a crowded dance floor, as usual.
Mazinka gets with the dance action.
Amazingly enough, Marjorie Pauline even had a few bites of her birthday cake. Unusual for this usually health-conscious diner.
Had many nice surprises over the past few days, but two I can show pictures of are the cake my friend Jere brought to the poetry reading I coordinated yesterday (and friend Gloria provided the decoration for in impromptu fashion) and this huge bouquet of flowers my helper Yolanda brought to me today. They are nearly as tall as she is. Thanks to all who made this day special. oxoxo Judy