While David took Daddy skiing, Mary made Daddy a cake. (No comments on gender roles, please.)
Mary was worried she wouldn't remember how to make a cake, but, with a little help from Mom, she did a super job.
That evening, after pizza at the Roman Candle, we gathered around Mary's cake for a little birthday celebration.
There were a lot of candles. Thirty-three to be exact.
The kids were nervous about that much fire; they kept their distance.
Greg kept his cool though. Must be that fire marshal training.
We sang the song, and Greg made his wish.
But it was a lot of work getting all those candles out.
And when the job was done,
Mary declared, "Those candles are DEAD!"The candles were dead, but the cake was delicious.
Thank you, Mary.
And Happy Birthday, Daddy!
