This weekend was all about celebrating Mr. Henry. We went for a restaurant supper on Friday (birthday eve), then had the family party on Saturday (his actual birthday day) and then had a nice family walk and leftover cake on Sunday (birthday boxing day).
And his party? He requested a St. Francis birthday party. What? St. Francis. I asked him three or four times on three or four different days and that's the response I got each time. So, St. Francis it was.