At this time last year, Hilary and Mark were playing with
the idea that they would come to the States for a visit in October. As time passed and October got closer
and closer, I figured the trip wasn’t going to happen. Eva (my newest niece)
still didn’t have a passport and Casey was due for a new one. With summer being
the best time to be in Michigan, I suggested they wait and come then. That
would give plenty of time to get things in order, plus Dad had a milestone
birthday in June: he would turn 70. With that fact in the mix, Hilary and I
began planning. It seemed silly to
come over at any other point when such a big event could take place.
I will admit, we were unsure whether or not to keep this
birthday party a secret. Then the usually downpour of questions rolled in:
where would this even take place? Who would we invite? How would we get word
out when neither of us are in the area?
What about food?
We bounced more ideas around and made some calls. That is
when the community that is truly family in our little town of Croswell stepped
to the plate. One offered to provide this and knew someone who could bring
that. Some could only come for a little while but would bring this or that.
With such great friends and family, and Hilary and the rest of the Sephton gang
arriving a week in advance this whole plan seemed like it would work.
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