Henry must have said "Happy Birthday Unc Joe" forty-seven times in a half-hour, each time with more sincerity and enthusiasm than the last. When we were done frosting and decorating with sprinkles, Unc Joe said, "Let's cut it." We hadn't even had dinner, so dinner tonight was birthday cake and milk! Pete joined in the fun, and when Henry walked away from his cake, baby brother managed to harness both plates and was working two servings at a time.
Henry and Peter love their Uncle Joe, and I know the feeling is mutual. It's a special thing...
|Everyone loves a birthday cake (especially Pete!)...|