Red Velvet cake, per request. Ben's signature cake since childhood.
It's quite the birthday month around here. Yesterday we celebrated 37 years of Ben. When I did the math I kind of squirmed. It seems old. Ben doesn't seem old. 37 does.
As Ben would die if I waxed eloquent about his virtues (which are many), I'll leave it at this: I love the guy. He makes me laugh. His heart is beyond good. He takes care of us all.
He's a keeper even when he's cross-eyed and goofy. Happy Birthday, m' love.