This is what heaven looks like to my dad. Surrounded by noisy grandchildren. Being climbed on and layed on and pounced on and and cried on. His house may be small, but there is always room for everyone. Come in, your welcome here!
Today is his special day. I hope that he knows how loved he is. I wish I could be there to make him a Texas sheet cake. I love you dad! Happy birthday!
Makin' bacon.
Climbed on.
Layed on.
At the temple.
1 comment:
Man I made a cake for dad today and I didn't even think about texas sheet cake! Oh well!
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