The cake I made yesterday turned out delicious but not birthday cake quality in appearance. So I sliced it up, ate some, gave some away, put the rest in the freezer, and made a second one today. I'm going to blame it on the oven if the new cake falls and the top refuses to brown.
Will's 42nd birthday is tomorrow, and he requested pound cake, easy peasy, usually.
In a mother's eyes, children are all the ages they've ever been along with the men or women they now are. Here are my precious babies, Day and Will, in Helotes.
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