Now & Then

Now: A snapshot of Sunday's anniversary soirée, courtesy of Billy and Scotty, our menschy sons, our daughter-in-law Chloé and Scotty's girlfriend Meg. In honor of our 40th, they spoiled us on so many levels I may never recover. First came the surprise video featuring family and friends wishing us mazel tov. Did your SJG alternately sob and scream with such intense delight that I quite possibly scared the baby and damaged her tender eardrums? A strong possibility. Along with the magnifico video I can't believe they pulled off in record time, and the fact that our family and friends came through like Academy Award-winning pros (only slight exaggeration), there was plenty champagne, delicious food and of course, the pièce de résistance, carrot cake reminiscent of our wedding cake. Carrot cake? Yes. You got a problem with that? It was 1980. Cream cheese frosting? A fabulous choice. Shockingly, not everyone gathered yesterday appreciated the bold selection. Chloé took a bite and used her French heritage as an excuse not to eat another morsel. "We don't have carrot cake in France," she said, more than once. Meg also had issues with the overall carrotness, not-so-subtly transferring her slice to Scotty's plate. To each her own, am I right? 

Then: The young SJG and hubby, excited to embark on whatever awaits us.