Fio feels a little sick, probably because she just finished off the remains of the utterly delicious anniversary cake, which tasted like it was frosted in sweetened lard.
The celebration came off even better than Fiorella's hopes and expectations. The party room at Austin Land and Cattle was just the right size, the staff was very helpful with rearranging the side tables and supplying a couple more, and nobody turned a hair when Fio began taking paintings off the wall and replacing them with huge blow-ups of wedding pictures. She and her minions shoved six tables together to hold all the family scrapbooks she had brought, a table in one held the cake, and two more tables in another corner held the appetizers.
She should add that the banner, The best is yet to be!, which caused her so much worry and trouble, turned out perfect. Daughter-in law pinned above the scrapbook display for her, after which Fio flanked it with the lantana pots.
The service was impeccable, with one waiter and one follow-up guy. The waiter was perfect, always available, always courteous, never forgetting a thing.
The only down side was that Brother's and Nephew's wives were ill and couldn't attend, but their husbands carried mementos home to them, the decorated coins Fiorella had designed, older son had turned into reality, Younger Son and Husband had aided with, and Daughter-in Law had cut out.
There was a lot of laughter, which Fio likes to hear. There were also tears, tears of joy, when Older Son made a nice speech about himself being adopted and announced that he and his wife are applying to adopt.
Indeed, the best is yet to be.
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