Hubby had a birthday. There is no one in the world that I would rather celebrate! This guy isn’t just a funny, nice guy–he’s my best friend and an inspiring, cute, silly, fun, responsible, committed dad. Very hands on. Totally amazing in a crisis! (For instance, gently coaxing a certain 4 year old to open his mouth for the dentist).
So while my in-laws played with the kids, we celebrated #32 with an afternoon date to a nearby history center and sports museum. We ended with a late lunch at one of our favorite restaurants. We love to do things as a family, but those couple of hours of hand-holding and quiet chatting did our souls some real good.
Then we headed back home for cake with both sets of parents and our boys. The cake was yummy but a bit…stiff? I’m not sure what happened. I used a recipe that I’ve used three times with excellent results. The icing was my first attempt at a buttercream (chocolate in this case). I loved the icing, but the cake itself had a very odd texture. No matter…the birthday boy enjoyed it, and that’s what matters.
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