We came downstairs, on this day, but years ago. Dad was baking a cake. Yellow cake with chocolate icing. His favorite.
"Dad! You can't make your own Birthday cake." we said.
"It's my birthday?" was his response.
He just felt like making a cake that day, for no particular reason. :-)
I hope they have yellow cake with chocolate icing in Heaven. Happy Birthday, Dad!
1 comment:
Elizabeth,
What a special memory. I thought of your dad yesterday and that it was his birthday. He was a special uncle to me. I always remember his gentle smile and the boating shoes he wore.
Happy Birthday Uncle Tim!
Love,
Gretchen
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