By the time my mother's first birthday party of Dunkin' Donuts and cake in the church hall was over (See yesterday's post) it was nearly lunch time. As soon as we arrived back home my mom, who is known far and wide for her prodigious sweet tooth, declared, probably for the first time in her 99 years, "Now I need something that isn't sweet."
I - who also share my mother's voracious love of sweets - seconded the motion, as did Tom. So I suggested we order a pizza from Pizza King, my mom's go-to spot for breakfast, and which appears to be renowned for just about every dish other than pizza.
I swear, if it wasn't the best pizza I've ever had, it was tied for first place.
Was it every bit as good as the pizza I'd had the other night? Oh yeah!
When we arrived at the Stargate most of our attendant family members, who'd traveled from near and far, and a few friends were already there and catching up,
My brothers and me,
...and our spouses,
...minus my brother's wife who took the photo, here with her grandson.
And though my mother's 99th birthday celebration was conceived without much advance notice (see yesterday's post), still as many of my mother's five children, nineteen grandchildren (one of my brothers and his wife hold first place with their ten children), and twelve (I think) great-grandchildren came as were able.
Before dinner my brother gave a funny but affectionate testimonial to our mother,