My father has been in poor health for the past year so we are glad he is here, and feeling well, to celebrate his 85th birthday. Actually we didn't make it over on his birthday but visited after Mass on Sunday. Monica baked yet another luscious cake for him. (I am running out of superlative adjectives to describe her cakes.)
We visited a bit and, in honor of the birthday boy, Donald, Blaise read our new favorite children's book with his delightful Scottish brogue.