An eightieth birthday party is much like a wedding reception, there is food, cake and multiple generations coming together to enjoy one another's company.
This particular little guy had the most amazing eyes, I could have photographed him all day.
The cake looked divine.
Here friends were an adorable gaggle of women.
Everyone was happy to see each other.
Not everyone was happy to be woken up from their nap.
The food smelled delicious.
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