Archive for August, 2018

Belated Birthday Party w/Cake

Wednesday, August 1st, 2018
Shakey Cake

Shakey Cake

On Saturday, I made a lemon cake and attempted to write “Wilson 77″ on it with a faulty, clogged tube of green frosting. (I know, it’s a lousy worker who blames his tools…but seriously! It wouldn’t come out smoothly. Drips & blobs only!) I added Peter Pan, Pink Flamingoes, seven striped candles, and festooned with a teensy strand of mini lights, I placed it on the rolling hospital tray and steered it down the long hallway to the living room, where three of Wilson’s pals and our caregiver, Rena, waited with the Guest of Honor.

Baker/decorator

Baker/decorator

Bill & Eugene

Bill & Eugene

Rick London, Eugene McCarthy, and Bill Carlson brought a smile to Wilson’s usually very serious face. He was thrilled to be the center of attention, and to listen to his old friends do all the talking.

Rick London

Rick London

Rena lit the candles, I reminded him to make a wish, then managed to blow out the candles for him without lighting my hair on fire.

Making a wish...

Making a wish…

Rick jumped up to assist, as Wilson has recently found it confusing to use utensils. We must feed him unless it’s apple slices or sections of a sandwich. If he tries, he will often turn it upside down on the way to his mouth, dumping its contents onto his shirt, or into his lap.

A little help from a friend

A little help from a friend

It was sweet to witness this act of kindness. And it gave Rena and I a break for a change! Rena sat protectively nearby, but got to relax from such duties, and have some cake as well.

Rena, Mother Hen..

Rena, Mother Hen..

Thanks for coming over, boys! It was only after looking at my photos that I realized I forgot to invite some gorgeous babes for Wilson to look at. I’m a terrible wife! I’ll try to do something about that, next year. And maybe go back to ordering a professionally decorated cake. Although it really was fun doing it myself, no matter the outcome.

It was a happy afternoon, and Wilson kept on smiling well into the evening. I’m so glad he was born, and thrilled he is still alive so we can celebrate it!  He can’t speak any more, but says volumes with the expression in his eyes. He’s still very much present. And I love being in his company, even though now I must put words in his mouth. Believe me…when I’m wrong, he says “NO”! with profound conviction.

His Majesty

His Majesty

It was a good day.

Thanks for all the birthday greetings, and generous donations to            his Special Needs Trust! We are most grateful for them all.