Griffin found the numeral candles in my shopping bag and said "Dad is 63?!?" I said, no, try again, and he figured it out. Whew. Only 36. Only semi-ancient.
For dinner we had Chicken Marbella, at the request of the birthday gent. Can you believe I've never cooked with capers before? I prepared homemade applesauce, parmesan couscous, and fresh green beans to go with it. Griff prepped all of the beans for me.
Dan and his boys, below. Reese *really* had a hard time waiting for the cake.