The Next Day Is Always Tomorrow

There was a time, when as a child, come my birthday there would be this wonderful, enormous, double-decker chocolate cake, with what I called wippy icing. Sharing my birthday with my father created a naturally larger gathering and such was the large cake. However, as I now find my self embarking on a new journey as patriarch of the family. I noticed a slight difference in my birthday cake today. Somewhere my mother is enjoying this revelation, and so too my father. In the end, my daughter did a bang-up job of baking what may have been lacking in size, but definitely not in taste bud satisfaction. Thank you to everyone who contributed in one way or another to a special celebration.

Pray on,
Eddy