Then there was cake. We were home, we were exhausted from the sunshine and we were happy. The celebrations weren’t over. We weren’t finished yet. Cake was to come.
My family. How only the huskies and Lyoto managed to look normal is quite worrying.
Fireman Sam was on stand-by for the lighting of the cake.
reminded Dadda to make a wish when he blew out the beautiful mess of candles, whilst Baby
Dragon decided to try and reach hopefully for the flame-engulfed cake
instead (much to the horror of Momma).
After the cake it was time for Dadda’s presents from us.
A new t-shirt…look carefully at the centre 🙂
A book on “fighting!” according to our Little Adventurer…
It wasn’t the most perfectly planned of birthdays, but it was perfect for us. Happy Birthday, Dadda. You know how much we love you.