And so, the morning of the big day, the frosting was made and the cake assembled.
I was nervous about this frosting/filling; when you've never done it before, it's hard to know for sure what "thickened and bubbly" ought to look like. How thick? How bubbly? And what's going to happen if I don't get it thick enough? And what if it overcooks?
But rather than letting fear overcome, I used my best judgment; it stuck to the cake pretty well and I hoped that was a good sign.
And did I mention that I also am now the proud owner of a round cake carrier? Here we are, ready to drive to Arkansas.
Cute candles, are they not?
Cute family, are we not? (Someone smart knew we had to make the photo before starting in on food, or else we never could have gotten all those young ones back in one place. And their shirts would likely not have been as clean as they are.)
They let me light the candles.
Happy Birthday, Daddy!