Dad’s birthday is on the 25th (Noel – get it?), and since he was going to be in SF for that day, Donald threw him a little brunch birthday party – including the cutest cupcakes ever. Look at the photo carefully, yes, the candle flames are caught in the breath just so, but also it reveals interesting tidbits – my brother has his bed in the dining room and reads InStyle magazine. What – does he live in San Francisco or something?
Because of being sick and scheduling issues, we weren’t able to celebrate his birthday on the East Coast until the 31st.