Dad's 80th birthday

This has nothing to do with the boys, except that they weren't present for it. 

Yesterday my dad turned 80. Stu, Amy and I decided, in addition to a flown-in lobster dinner, to drive up to camp to spend the day celebrating with him. A big drive for Amy and Stu, less so for me. Stu and Amy arrived Saturday night in time to hand someone a remote control. I arrived Sunday morning (I had less distance to travel, so it took me longer) in time to bring up the tail of the line for communion at Zion Episcopal. We are convinced we managed to surprise dad, which was great fun, and we all enjoyed our first time gathering there as a family since Stu was in college (not to divulge years elapsed, but it's been a while).

A very good time was had by all:

The celebratory dinner. Note the festive balloon!

In front of Zion

Dad with his actually delicious glutenless cake

The traditional dinner of pizza at Sergi's

Stu and Dad went out kayaking and were caught in a downpour which lasted  a little while. Fortunately it was warm enough that no one (yet) caught a cold and died. Phew!

Mom, viewing their return from the camp, with the new deck under construction

Happy birthday, Dad!