Birthdays...X 3. Hubby, son, and granddaughter. ????, 42, 12.
It's a travel day to get there.
Birthday cake. Birthday cake?? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
My son has had a 'hamburger' birthday cake since he was a little boy. We've gone through many cake designers...one died, two retired, and this was a transition year once more. I talked to the owner of this new-to-me cake shop.....she was excited about making his cake (especially with its 30+ year 'tradition'). I had talked to her again last week, so you can imagine my surprise when I stopped to pick it up right before leaving town to find......she forgot. FORGOT?!!! And she didn't even offer a substitute (not that we could have had a substitute, but still.....)
I hustled home, scoured the internet (I love you, Internet!!!...love love love!!!) for custom cakes in HIS hometown, made a quick call, and secured a cake for the next day (Valentine's Day, his birthday). If this call isn't made months in advance in MY town, between weddings and Valentine cakes I don't have a prayer of a chance of getting one. (Obviously, this year even that didn't matter.) The few minutes of utter panic was worth the silver lining ...... we found a very convenient, very delicious, very artful 'hamburger' (and at a third of the price, but that really was simply the proverbial icing on the cake this year) from a well respected family-run business minutes from his house. (I now have them on speed-dial.)
We had a lovely visit, in spite of the fact that son had to work most of the weekend, and our grandson lost his basketball game by only four points (two points if you don't count the basket one of his teammates scored for the opposition....we're still at the age where this 'uh-oh' caused unrelenting tears).
We had piano concerts, mini knitting sessions (consisting of primarily untangling yarn, but it was still yarn-worthy time), some cooking with the 12 year old (she cooked, I was simply sous-chef...how quickly our roles have reversed), a marathon game of Charades that lasted nearly the entire two days (although at times we found the 4 year old playing by herself), and a belated birthday lunch with the now 8 year old (we missed being at her birthday party this year).
We made up for it.
And---we made it safely back home before the winter storm hit.
It was a very fine weekend.
joining Karen for weekending!