We had not celebrated my parents’ 77-year old anniversary (birthdays, yes, but not as a special ceremony); “77 years old” is considered as an age representing happiness in Japan. Kids decided to celebrate their Golden marriage together with their 77-year old anniversary (Mom and Dad are at the same age).
I have a sister and a brother, who have their own families and live in different places. All of us got together at our parents’ today.
Katya drove up on Chuo High Way. Yatsugatake mountains looked beautiful.
Katya, Maya-san, and I arrived 5 minutes before noon. My sister’s and brother’s families had already arrived and were helping with the party.
Each family brought something to my parents. Katya and I brought carnations and a pot of purple cyclamens; purple is the color for the 77-year old anniversary.
I have not met my brother’s daughter, my niece, for three years. She talks a lot now.
It was a small but pleasant party. After the party, everybody cleaned up.
I talked with my parents about a stay in a suite in Tokyo in January. It will be our next present.