I think our year ends the same way every year. We always celebrate Papa. Growing up, he always said "everybody celebrates my birthday, there is always a party. " And he's not wrong. But this party is my favorite of all. This year was number 67. It doesn't seem possible. It is also usually our last chance to see Gigi and Papa before they head west for the winter. We had a nice lunch. We taught Papa and Macy how to play Farkle and we had lemon cake. Already looking forward to our next time together.
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