“Dad, isn’t your birthday coming up next week?”
Thomas smiled at James. “Yes. Don’t plan anything extravagant.”
“But you’ll be turning seventy years old.”
“It doesn’t matter. Keep it simple.”
“Nope. I’ll talk to Jeremiah and Jonah later. We will arrange everything.”
“But—”
“Hush, old man,” Lydia interrupted. “Let your sons handle everything. They love you enough to plan and celebrate your birthday. Just be grateful.”
Thomas frowned. “I am, but there’s no need to make a big deal out of it.”
“Seventy is an important milestone, Dad,” James insisted while opening the door for his parents. “Don’t worry about a thing. You simply have to come to the party and enjoy yourself.”
Thomas grinned. “Fine. I’ll be waiting for it then.”
“Sure thing.”