The 32nd
The first time she ever actually recognized a dog as a dog came on my 32nd birthday. I’ll take it!
This, also, on my 32nd birthday. Becuase motherhood don’t stop just because you got older and you got to eat your cake too.
Speaking of CAKE.
You’re looking at a completely organic, HOMEMADE, HOME-FROSTED chocolate cake. That looks THAT beautiful.
Angela, my friend, how are you so good to me?!
AND a fully prepared steak supper to go with it!
You know the way to my heart - and theirs - Mrs. Angela! Thank you for making my birthday away from Papa Bear so special and thoughtful. It was such a lovely and well-planned gift/surprise and I’m just so grateful.
Happy 32 to me!
GIVE ME ALL THE CAKE.
(And by that, I mean just one small slice, please)
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