After we left the synagogue, G took you home and you crashed straight into bed.
Meanwhile, a small posse of wonderful friends joined me at the school.
We all worked flat out for 3 hrs, shifting tables and chairs, making salads, chopping fruit and laying out the food and drink.
(I love, LOVE, LOVE my friends ...)
We dashed back home with just enough time to change.
You were still in bed, exhausted and unable to move.
G and I had to dress you lying down.
When we got to the school, G and I made a short attempt to do the hosting meet-and-greet thingy.
Here we are looking like Little and Large.
Then you called me and wanted me near you, so the mother role took over from the hostessy one.
You kept saying how ill you felt.
You ate nothing, but drank several glasses of iced lemonade.
Meanwhile, I'm delighted to say everyone else seemed to be feasting and having fun.
The content of my speech was pretty much the same as the open letter I sent to you, though I can't be sure as I spoke off the top of my head and from the bottom of my heart.
We had 5 different groups of friends performing live slots - this party was always going to be different - and then we got to the dancing.
First LG was hoisted up onto a chair, then me and then I looked over at you.
'He can handle it,' I said.
And so you too were lifted up to celebrate your coming of age.
When it came to the really wild dancing I kept checking over at you.
I could see you were a little more animated, talking and laughing with your friends.
Then G and I found ourselves in the centre of the whirling masses.
Suddenly the crowd parted and there you were coming towards us with a huge grin on your face.
Someone found LG and for a few precious moments the 4 of us danced together, circling with our arms round each other's shoulders, with frequent changes of direction so you didn't get too dizzy.
It sounds like a shmaltzy Hollywood moment written like this.
But it was Our Moment and it was Real.
I don't have the full set of photos yet, but these are some that the Minxmeister sent (more here).
And now life goes on.
Today LG left for a week's stay on a farm in Dartmoor and I miss him already.
It ain't easy being a parent, but that's not something you would know about yet.
So just enjoy this time now - as an adult in Jewish law, a teenager in English law, but always and for ever my baby.
And I make the law in this house as you well know!