The Pirate Dad created a scavenger hunt for the pirate-partygoers, and helped the littlest ones read the clues, written in calligraphic script on tea-stained, burnt-edged scraps.
I kinda like my husband in his swashbuckling garb. I love piratey words: swashbuckling, swabbing the deck, keelhauling and parleying. I love how my husband adopts these words like they're his first language, as in "Sit ye down and drink yer grog!"
Lego pirates adorn the gluten-and-dairy-free birthday cake, where X marks the spot.
A proud first mate presents the cake to the Captain,
...and shows off her piratey grin.
By late afternoon, the guests are gone, a fire is lit, the two girls are sleeping,
and the Pirate Dad hits the bunk for a well-earned kip.
The remains of the party whisper of the fun we had,
and gifts are assembled and admired and played with.
Scattered wrappers of gold doubloons litter the floor,
and the evening sky wishes Jude River a wonderful 6th Birthday.