Peenie's Birthday

Ok, I was wrong. Peenie is 92, not 93. She was born in 1921. 2013 minus 1921 is definitely 92. Whoops! I've always been bad at math. But hey, I'm sure Peanut would rather be 92 than 93, and 92 is just as impressive, right? I mean, it's only one year of difference. Just don't tell Peanut that.

Peenie had a great #92, though it was her first birthday since she was 19 without Paw. Can you imagine? Paw's absence this year was, of course, grieved by all, but we made sure that he was still part of the celebration. Every year on Peenie's birthday, Paw would go to Vaughn-Russell (a local candy store) to buy the "nut assortment" box of chocolates for Peanut. We did the same. Paw would also give Peenie a birthday card every year and sign it, "Love and Prayers" with a Scripture reference at the bottom. We did the same. She cried at both.

Another thing we did to honor Paw's memory while celebrating Peenie was to go pick up her engagement ring from the jewelry store. It was there being repaired, and had been for quite a while. We picked it up just before going to a birthday lunch at Word of Mouth. She stared and smiled at it the entire time we ate. Just like a new bride. It was adorable.

As far as the rest of the celebration went, we had a big family dinner at the Olive Garden on Tuesday night, followed by a slumber party at the house with mom, and a big family breakfast with lots of coffee and storytelling on Wednesday morning. In my opinion, the perfect birthday, whether you're 92 or 25.

I'll leave you with this:

A picture of Peenie in her birthday outfit! I gave her the jacket. She looks like one continuous ruffle! So cute.