A Swinging Birthday

Birthdays have been pretty low key around here lately. We tend to host special events for landmark years such as first birthdays, hitting double digits, becoming a teenager, turning 16, 18, or 21. Otherwise, a family dinner with a special dessert is the usual routine. There are enough of us to make quite a party on our own. However, when Gina, the Queena, turned 15, she suggested that after Latin Mass in the city, we take the family party to the WWII Museum for swing dancing lessons. Who could resist?

Even Uncle Nick was in.

The Birthday Girl danced with her Father.

She danced with her sisters and her brothers.

And she smiled the entire afternoon.

Especially when the entire crowd sang "Happy Birthday" to her. Wonder how they knew ;)

Fun for all ages!

And it is free every Sunday afternoon in the summer.

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