Yesterday, we celebrated my Baba’s 85th Birthday. Such a milestone. She didn’t want a fuss. No party, no big get together, she didn’t even want to go out for dinner, but we finally convinced her. She loves Swiss Chalet, so her wish was our command.
I had to really stop and think about it, what 85 years meant. She came to Canada from Ukraine, with NOTHING. She built a life here, had two children, three grandchildren and one (soon to be two) great-grandchild(ren). 85 years. Swiss Chalet didn’t seem like enough to celebrate this, but it was more than enough for her – which she mentioned more than once during dinner.
(Excuse the quality of the pictures – they were taken quickly with my iPhone.)
Happy Birthday, was sung with much enthusiasm, thanks to the staff of the restaurant, complete with a strawberry sundae for the lady of the hour.
It was a great dinner!