It was mom's birthday on Saturday. We drove straight from DC to the restaurant to celebrate with her. It was the first time our whole family had been together in a while (even though we all live in the same city!).

Aaron and I wrote a song for mom and I sang it to her at the restaurant (yes, people stared and yes, it's very corny). To the tune of Frank Sinatra's L-O-V-E:

It's 8.18 and I will sing for you.

It's your birthday and you're fifty-two.

Listen closely as I sing a story about your life, your joy, and all the really good things you employ like:

M is for the marriage that we see

A is for always leading me

M is for the mistakes you never, never, never make and

A is for another year with you so let's all give a cheer and

MAMA, this is the end of my little song

Please know that I tried so hard for so long

This is just my way to say happy, happy, happy birthday, so

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you,...

After that, we headed to their house for an after party of making s'mores and watching the guys fight over a greased watermelon in the pool.