I cannot tell you how huge this was for me, all wrapped up in my social awkwardness as I usually am. I'm up at 5 o'clock in the morning not because I'm wracked with anxiety about whether or not people had a good time (which is what I usually do), but rather because I ate too much birthday cake and I have a stomachache.
What was also great about the success was that I was able to relax and see that Woody loves having company over. Lots of company. He geeked-out a few times, running around yelling with excitement and bubbling-up energy, but mostly he played and played and played. He remembered our little casual chats about guests and the etiquette of receiving gifts. He wasn't overstimulated or frustrated, just really, really happy. Seeing that so clearly helped me to know that I have to keep pushing the edges of my social comfort zones. I want him to have plenty more of these times in his memory banks. This is the good stuff.
Here are a couple of pictures taken by my friend Joy: