On Sunday, we celebrated David’s dad’s birthday with a backyard BBQ and lots of family.
The evening promised a solar eclipse, but we didn’t quite get the best seats in the house – so to speak.
The evening was beautiful, but the cake was definitely one to remember.
It was remarkably ghetto-rigged. Mom Glenn asked me to make it because she was so busy with her Relief Society responsibilities. Well, first, there wasn’t enough frosting to cover the whole thing. Then, we decided to write “Happy Birthday” on it but the gel icing was old and runny and we ran out after “Happy Birth”. Don’t worry, I took a toothpick and wrote “Day” on there 🙂 Then, we didn’t have any candles other than a half-burnt old “5”. So we “maguivered” a couple numbers from toothpicks and rubber bands. It was a cake to remember.
The evening ended with a rousing game of Red Rover and a piano recital from Uncle Kay.
Happy birthday Dad Glenn! We love you!
