We are fortunate that my parents now live in the same town that we live in. For so many years, communication was by phone with 800 to 1,200 miles between us (depending on the year and where everyone was living at the time). Visits in person were jam packed with activity, limited to a few days at a time. Now we are able to pop over to Mom and Dad’s for coffee and visa verse. We are thrilled with this arrangement! Saturday night we headed to Mom and Dad’s to enjoy birthday cake with my Dad.
For as long as I can remember, a birthday cake was an angel food cake. That is why this cake looks remarkably like the cake we had on my birthday.
Happy Birthday, Dad!
I couldn’t resist including this picture. This picture was taken by my mother of my daughter and myself taking pictures of Dad with his cake. At one point, Dad said, “That’s it, enough pictures.” I told him he had to sit still for at least one more because I had only taken one so far–the rest had been taken by the other shutterbugs in the family! I heard my daughter tell her boyfriend that this was part of the tradition, getting your picture taken with your birthday cake.
I love tradition and love even more that my kids are picking up on the traditions and sound like they will continue on with them.