My birthday. Sweet Chad, who cannot make scalloped potatoes from a box without guidance, took it upon himself to make me a birthday cake. And a fine cake it is/was (we had a slice tonight, a day early). It has delicious icing and colourful sprinkles to identify it as a birthday cake. Thanks, sweetie.
And, of course, thanks to Mom for shoving me on my way 32 years ago. Love you lots.
1 comment:
Hey, that's a great lookin birthday cake! way to go Chadwick!
As sick as he is, he still managed to bake his sweetie-pie a cake - ahhhhhh true love!
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