My husband's premature birth interrupted harvest 36 years ago, and last night a cloudburst interrupted harvest so that he could enjoy a rare indoor birthday party. Usually his birthday is celebrated with a quick dinner in the dusty field; we felt fortunate to eat cake without the interference of bugs drawn to the light of the candles.
Of course, by the time the kids were done blowing out the candles for their daddy, the cake was drenched with saliva.
We ate it anyway.
It was chocolate.
Following the cake was the much-anticipated gift opening session. Riley presented his dad with a circuit board that he wired to play "Happy Birthday." Anna made several pink frilly cards and wrapped up the 2007 edition of the Cabela's Master Catalog (hardback edition). He was very surprised.
She also dumped a container of homemade confetti on his head.
I couldn't think of a thing to get him, so I gave him a card and a turkey dinner.
He didn't seem too disappointed. Looking at this picture, it seems like he has everything he ever wanted.