is the day that my father's friends meet at Jerabeck's Bakery. They all exclaimed when they saw what I ordered for breakfast. The cream puff I had to have because my Grandma always made these for my birthday. I haven't had one in years. Dad's friends watched me try to put it in my mouth gracefully.
Here they are discussing the local world for them. They all come from very interesting careers and are truly caring people. One of them is going through cancer and they are reporting to each other the status and we signed a card to send to him.
Here my cousin is trying to get a picture of the cream puff.
Me enjoying my surroundings.
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