My dad turned 58 today. We lit that many candles, though i remember all of us saying that we would no longer do that after 54. I got to carry it to the table, and nearly burned my bangs off my face as the result. Still, it was fun, and i got to go stand outside in the (small, miniscule) snow that was falling, so that the wax could cool down and we could actually eat the cake.
there was a lot of wax. but it looked really nice actually.
Happy Birthday dad. Looking forward to another year with you.