The family’s cake
Patrick’s cake
Yes, Patrick was responsible for my labor on that Labor Day weekend sixteen years ago. Ah yes, I remember it well!
I teased him and said that one of the cakes was his and the other was everybody else’s. He chose one of them to put the candles on. The truth is that Gary insisted that I make two cakes. The last time I made the Strawberry 7-up cake, not everybody got a piece!
Gary shot video with the video camera. That’s why he was not in the pictures. He was there! By the miracles I told about in my post about why I’m smiling, he was able to be home for Patrick’s birthday.
Early tomorrow morning we have to take him to the airport to fly back to South Carolina for work. What a life! I’m grateful for the time we’ve had together this Labor Day weekend. Believing for better, though.
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
lol- why does it not surprise me that your family needed TWO cakes?
Glad you had a good one….
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