Yep, It was my Birthday

Turned the corner on the big 75. Bob is taking great delight in saying things such as, “I have never kissed a woman this old before.” Smart aleck, he is two years old than I am!

It has been a grand celebration of turning 3/4 of a century. Whew! There have been flowers and cake, gifts and greetings galore. We modified my favorite coconut cake because with Type 2 diabetes it was just not good for me. (But the old recipe was so yummy!) This year I bought a Pillsbury sugar free chocolate cake. I asked Bob to add coconut to the batter. He then topped it with cool whip mixed with coconut. Oh it is yummy and I do not have a terrible spike in my blood sugar after eating it!

So yes, when I took the photo I also had eat a forkful, or two!

Every year and most holidays Bob makes me a card using one of his photos. This photo is a mural on a wall in downtown Cincinnati. I was so excited by the mural I could not wait to show it to him. He took the photo shortly after his knee replacement surgery. The little girl obviously has an imaginary friend with her in the mud puddle. He reminds me of the book series I read with the children about Little Bear.

I named it “Birthday Dance!”

I have been unable to find who designed this mural, but I just love the imagination involved!

Since our birthdays are three weeks apart we literally celebrate by finishing one and beginning another. Here we have his cake and card. THE favorite birthday cake for Bob.

His beloved carrot cake. I finally obtained currants this year instead of raisins.

When I saw this card at Target there was NO hesitation to purchase it.

Notice the she snow-person is missing her nose! Talk about sacrifice!!

He SO deserved this card. We decided it might be the best card of the decade! Each year I debate baking two of his cakes. He gives away most of it and is sad when that last sliver hits his plate. Happy birthday to each of you readers in what ever way you celebrate! Have joyous year!

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