Happy Birthday to Daddy

Its Brent's birthday. I just made the Pioneer Woman's Best Ever Chocolate Sheet Cake. Sometimes I wish I was The Pioneer Woman. Her kitchen is amazing. And that's just the beginning. (Note: I would transport the individuals in my family with me. I'm not after the Marlboro Man; just after the ranch, the sardonic wit, and the 100 hours she has in each day.)

Anyway, back on earth. Blake is singing U2's 'Stuck in a Moment,' which he still claims is his favorite song -kind of melancholy for a birthday. Dane is singing 'Happy Birthday Cake to Daddy.' The kids picked out Iron Man plates for his birthday party tonight. You know how kids are -- every party has got to have a theme.

When I gave Brent a hug today before he left, I was struck with the thought that we (hopefully)have so many more birthday mornings together to look forward to. I had a vision of hugging him the day he turns 85. There is truly no one else that stands by us for so long, so consistently and solidly as our spouse. I hope that by then I can make the annual chocolate sheet cake without ruining the first batch of frosting and then having the good batch ooze all over the counter.