Sometimes Friday nights are for staying in.
For baking cupcakes
for singing into you wooden spoon to your newly downloaded Parachute songs,
for eating too much frosting off the beaters,
and for crafting birthday cards.
I mean, it's not everyday that you turn eighty-five years young.
Happy Birthday to my darling grandmother!
I hope I am am every bit as lovely as you when I'm eighty-five.
Lemon pudding cupcakes with honey almond butter-cream
(find the delicious recipe at yourcupofcake.com)
Simply adore my new piping tips.
Scrap flower rosettes, Faux pearls, Thrift store doilie.
Happy Birthday! Oh Happy Life!