On Wed, we had a little party at our house. Raph's grandfather, Rudy came and plucked the corn out of our garden.
We stood outside on what my grandfather would have called "the most beautiful day in the history of the world."
We have known since we moved here that many of Raph's relatives on his dad's side live in Kittery, since this is where is grandmother was raised and she was one of 10. But we never met them until Wed. We met three of Larry's aunts and uncles and a cousin as well. In case you're wondering, yes, that is a LOT of people in our house.
Makili has gotten tall enough that he is trouble with anything on a ledge or a table. He took a chunk out of Raph's birthday cake (though there were three birthday cakes thanks to Ann.)
It's already getting tight with 30 candles on the cake.
But Raph did a great job of getting them all out.
And like his buddy Ethan said, 30 isn't so bad, except for all the old jokes.
