Saturday was the friend party, and on Sunday, Lucy's actual birthday, we repeated last year's adventure in fishing. We caught far fewer fish and it was too cold to swim, but we had a good time and we managed enough fish for a birthday-girl fish fry appetizer (the rest of us pretty much had to keep our hands off).
Back at the house Lucy wore her birthday crown and opened a pile of presents, among which there was a piggy bank with stickers for decorating it, silk flower clips for her hair that used to be my grandma's, legos, a Spanish dancer dress-up outfit and strings of beads to match, clothes, lots of art supplies, and, the hit of the afternoon, a package of stick on mustaches.
For dessert we skipped the cake and went straight to the ice cream, Lucy's favorite. My mom had a soft serve ice cream maker she'd picked up at a yard sale and Uncle Lance offered a banquet of flavors and a pile of mix-ins to choose from: chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, oreos, mint chips, strawberries, butterscotch. Lucy requested vanilla.
It was a happy birthday.
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