Laughing after I almost died when Dad pitched the ball. As none of us were in practice, we weren't very good.
Cutie! He's grown so much since I left in January!
I forget how much I love batting until I go do it again. Even if my back protested the next day.
Dust from the diamond on my shoes :)
Me and my mom, who designated herself the photographer for the afternoon.
Frosting dad's three layer carrot cake with delicious homemade cream cheese frosting.
The finished cake. And mom's apron that totally matched my outfit :)
Cake
Dad didn't want the correct number of candles (and we didn't have that many), so we improvised and used three candles for want of a larger candle.
Happy birthday Daddy!
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