Saturday we were privileged to attend a ball celebrating the 233rd birthday of the United States Marine Corps. There is just something about a man in uniform, and really is there any sharper uniform than the marine dress uniform?
The ball always opens with very moving speeches honoring the men and women who put their life on the line protecting and defending our country. Makes it a little hard to keep the make-up intact. Following the speeches is the presentation of the cake. Yes there is a cake, a very large cake. It is cut with great ceremony using a sword. Sadly we didn't have a good view so no pictures of the cake cutting this year. The first piece of cake is offered to the guest of honor, in this case Consul General Jo Ellen Powell. The second piece goes to the oldest marine in attendance. The third piece goes to the youngest marine in attendance. The youngest marine in attendance was born in 1987. I am feeling old y'all!
After the opening ceremonies comes the eating, the picture taking, and the dancing. So much fun.
David and I have been taking bets as to which, if any, of our children will follow us in a life with the foreign service. Last night I think we figured it out. Just before we left Colin come running downstairs yelling "Wait for me I am going too I am all dressed, I just need my shoes." He looked so cute wearing his recital clothes. We said we were sorry this was a no kids kind of night but took his picture 'cause he is just too darn cute! Perhaps some day he will put on his tux and head to the ball himself.