We ended up with a total of thirty-one people at Little Man's fifth birthday party. There were thirteen kids including the birthday boy. After 70+ days without rain, Memphis was hit with thunderstorms and showers the day of the party. I was down in the dumps about it. We had planned for outdoor activities and rented a moon bounce. I was afraid the party would be a disaster with that many people in my small house. Surprisingly enough, the kids were happy to run around, jump on our indoor trampoline and play with Little Man's toys. They filled their bellies with cake and ice cream. They smiled. They laughed. They played. And then, thirty minutes before the party was supposed to end, the sun came out. In the end, I think the day couldn't have gone any better. What do you think?