A Birthday, Unbeknownst to Us

Sunday. It was Tyler's birthday. Of course we had to do something. Good thing Rachel saw the fact on Facebook late Saturday night. Being the laconic (adj.: using or involving the use of a minimum of words : concise to the point of seeming rude or mysterious) person he is, we knew he wouldn't have spread the word about his annual celebration. 

 We trekked to Harris Teeter—risking the crazy squawking noise they installed at the grocery store entrance—in order to buy cake, ice cream, and candles. The gathering was well attended. On his way out the door, he said, "thank you so much. That means a lot." Goal accomplished!