It was mammy’s birthday but we had been warned… ‘I don’t want any fuss, just tea and cake with the family. I’m too old for parties’. So we promised her…a little tea party.
We awoke to sunshine and blue skies and began preparations early. We hung banners and bunting and blew up balloons. Tables were covered with tablecloths and placed in the sunshine at the bottom of the garden. The china tea sets and champagne flutes were gleaming.
Flowers were delivered by Jackies florist and the postman popped the many birthday cards through the letterbox from family and friends from near and far.
We set the table with mammy’s best china, silverware and cake stands in preparation for the abundance of food prepared by the family.
Chickens roasted, the ham boiled, salads were tossed and buns were iced. Everyone was busy getting ready for the big day.
The woman herself was upstairs getting dressed and beautifying herself for her guests. She eventually glided downstairs graceful as a Queen on her throne (i.e. Stair lift)
She was inundated with presents, flowers hugs and kisses from sons, daughters, sons and daughter in laws grandchildren, great grandchildren and her only sister Joan. There was laughter throughout the day and we shed a few tears as we remembered our loved ones who had passed. I think Joan, Annette and daddy were with her in spirit as we reminisced of happier times.
Spirits rose as the champagne cocktails and wine flowed. We danced, we sang we laughed until the tears fell and our sides split.
Jesus smiled down as he joined the party in the ultimate selfie.
What a day, what a woman, what a tea party. She will kill me for telling the world, but can you believe my mammy is ninety years young?