We had a birthday around these here parts yesterday!
Danny-boy turned 26, which means he's now closer to 30 than he is to 20. (His words, not mine!) I think he gets better with age. Like a fine wine. Or something.
Yesterday also marked my first time ever baking a cake from scratch. Or decorating a cake. Here's a really bad picture of it:
Obviously, it's not professional quality, but I'm actually semi-proud of it! And it's the perfect cake for my favorite golfer.
I love this guy! He's the coolest, the funniest, the handsomest, the smartest, the bestest. Thanks for being born, Danny. I can't imagine my life without you.