This year for my father’s birthday, I coordinated with his nine siblings to surprise him at grandma’s farm.
On Saturday night we hopped in the truck and made the 90 minute drive to Madison Lake.
From across the field my dad could tell there were too many cars in the yard.
He presumed the family had found out I was in town and had shown up to see me.
To his dismay, he entered and was welcomed with shouts of “Happy Birthday, Ray!”
His response, “Shoot, if I would have known this, I would have never come.”
It’s okay, he was happy on the inside.
There was no time to be upset. Dinner was on the table, prayers were said, and the family was drawing numbers for the card tournament.
Aunt Bernetta (who I conspired with from Brazil) had everything planned, down to high and low prizes for the night. THANK YOU Bernetta!!
The night was filled with cake, cards, stories and laughter.
Wolff tradition: Spend as much time talking about the hand of cards as you do playing.
Men’s High: dad’s godson, Cousin Sam
Ladies High: Aunt Yvonne
Men’s Low: Uncle Larry
Ladies Low: Aunt Sue
Dad’s buddy, Obama on the $9 bill.
Back: Jim, Sue, Tim, Yvonne, Bernie, Betsy, Larry
Seated: Glenn, Jan, Dick, Charles, Grandma Sally, Ray
Ground: April, Sam, Marcia, Bernetta
Not Pictured: Karla, Gerry, Mary Kay
Although my dad is still shaking his head at me, I know that he’ll never forget how it made him feel to have his family gathered at his expense.
Thank you to everyone who was part of this incredible night…
Dad, you mean the world to me. If it were up to me, we would be celebrating you every day. Love you forever.