It was a strange weekend.
No sailing for one thing. On Saturday I was resting in preparation for the half marathon, on Sunday I was running the half marathon, and on Monday I was resting and recovering from the half marathon (and groaning a lot).
I say resting, but there's no real rest when when the house is full of Tiller Extensions. The two eldest grandchildren came for a sleepover on Friday night - a very special treat for them. The rest of the Massachusetts Tiller Extensions arrived on Saturday morning, and every hour when I wasn't actually running in Boston was full of play and games and fun. Grandchildren are the best fun ever invented.
Emily, my eldest grandchild, had worked out that Memorial Day was actually her "half birthday." She was exactly 7 years and 6 months old.
So we had to have a Half-Birthday Party.
With half a birthday cake. With seven and a half candles. And we sang half of Happy Birthday (omitting every other syllable.)
Emily and Tillerwoman made the half-birthday cake.
But Emily did all the decoration of the cake, with the flair and imagination that only a seven and a half year old girl could conjure.
Another half to remember!