(His cake had been picked at by about thirty little fingers by the time we got home.)
For Andy's birthday this year, he picked to go to the temple...yes, I married a good man. Going to the temple EVERY month (without missing) is a commitment/promise all of Andy's siblings and spouses have made to Grandma and Grandpa Hokanson while they're on their mission (that's all they wanted for Christmas). So we were getting close to the end of the month, and hadn't gone. We grabbed a bite at SmashBurger, and then had a little family party for him at home. I wonder what he wished for...he NEVER tells us. Happy Birthday, Andy!
