
Light finally shined down on our grandparents backyard for the first afternoon in, I don't know, weeks... I've lost track of the endless days of socked in fog. Damn, I couldn't even see down the street for the last week. Well, anyways, we walked down the street where three tables were piled with food, set up under a massive Oak Tree. Our Grandpa manned the grill and smokey scents of tri tip and chicken rose from the two black webber barbecues. One by one our friends and family showed up, the family only having to walk a short distance from various houses on our property. We talked, the older one's enjoyed Dad's infamous (not to mention deadly) margaritas, and of course heated bocce ball matches took place. The sun glinted through the masses of trees around the creek and the mountains were purple as the moon slowly rose above the opposing ridge. It was weird to see the sky explode with colors as it had been a gloomy grey for days on end. When the food hit the table it seemed to go a bit silent as we all piled warm tortillas with tri tip, home-made guacamole and pico de gallo, and various other toppings. The sun set and the moon rose while we sat on the big open lawn enjoying the home cooked food filling the valley with laughter. Happy Birthday Parker!!!! big 15.
____Conner
Happy Birthday! -The Eason Family
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