My mum worked hard for weeks orchestrating all the details of the event. One of the most beautiful details were the vases of colourful flowers on every table. Not only were the flowers available for everybody to take home, but there was a florist on hand to wrap them, to secure their safety for the journey home.
Our journey home was a peaceful, exhausted one, with a snoring six year-old on the back seat, who today has one of his best friends over.
Here they are at our kitchen table creating a battlefield diorama, while our celebratory flowers keep the peace.