You've seen the cake. This morning daughter B woke to a slice of that cake with a single candle in it and happy birthday message beside. She leaves so early it wasn't likely I would be up in time to wish her well for the day, so I left a message. The cake, being circular, I could squeeze the broken ends together to re-join, like a worm after a spade.
|The traditional 'birthday couch' until 18|
Happy birthday, darling! We love you more than all the other parents love their kids (:)). Not true: it only feels like it.
(if you read this...)