It's the perfect time to write you a birthday letter. I know we're into the fourteenth hour of your special day, but there's been little time before now.

It's been a busy weekend getting Hayden set-up to attend Sam Houston in the fall.  We're not ready for that are we? Every time I hear the word college it adds three grays; the word graduate adds wrinkles.

Right now you're driving south on Highway 69 getting us closer to home. You aren't much of a conversationalist from the driver's seat. Your job is to get us where we're going; you're steady and sure.  You have little need for entertainment in the process. So I'll talk to you now without expectation of a response.

I'm going to make your birthday cake today. It'll be yellow cake with chocolate icing. You insist that the yellow/chocolate combo is the only legitimate kind of birthday cake. I disagree, but it's your birthday.

So today,

Have it Your Way..

Apparently that's how you can have it (namely, a hamburger) at Burger King, but I'm smart enough to not have it at Burger King at all.  The cakes I've made you in the past make me wonder why you rejected my idea to stop at Gigi's to pick up some cupcakes guaranteed to please your palate.

My cake is always subpar. I never have the patience to wait until the cake cools. Yellow cake crumbles make their way into the chocolate icing. This happens too when the cake is too moist.  And when my cake turns out dry. My philosophy is,

Trust in the icing.

Anyway, just want to say that you're the icing to my life.

You cover my shortcomings with grace and understanding. Life's crumbles don't matter quite so much with the nearness of you. You make the plain exciting.

You make life sweeter.

Happy 39th.

Much love,

Your Favorite Cake