It was one of the most perfect nights of my life—filled with joy, laughter, and deep gratitude—as we celebrated my 80th birthday. This was the first of three intimate gatherings planned for this milestone, and what a beautiful beginning it was.
The first-floor hotel bar of the Wild Flour Restaurant in Westgate had been reserved exclusively for the evening by my eldest daughter. It was a private, cozy space where our family—along with my children’s in-laws—gathered for the celebration.
The venue allowed for heartfelt conversation, shared laughter, and the quiet comfort of togetherness.
My whole family was there. Two of my children and their families had flown in just for the weekend, as they always do for significant milestones—or in times of need. Their presence added warmth and deep love to the evening.
The highlight of the night came with the arrival of a stunning three-tier Tres Leches cake, complete with a birthday candle and festive topper. As my son brought the cake in, everyone clapped and sang “Happy Birthday.”
After I blew out the candle, we took posed photos for posterity, orchestrated lovingly by my sister. Once the cake and coffee had been served, I stood to say a few words—reflecting on this milestone and sharing some heartfelt thoughts and quiet musings.
My short speech touched on themes from my birthday blog: “Happy at 80: Reflections of a Beautiful Life.”
I ended with a toast:
“To life, to love, and to memories.”
And just like that, the blog found its title. Everyone stood, glasses raised, echoing the sentiment.
Once again, this celebration deepened our family bonds and reminded us all of the joy of belonging.
It was an unforgettable evening—and I carry the memory in my heart with gratitude and love, forever.
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