Yesterday was DG’s 14th birthday. I don’t know how it’s possible that she’s 14, but she is. She always gives me a hard time about her birthday cake, because my mother-in-law is the Queen of Cakes and always makes hers, rather than me. But the in-laws are all on Maui this week, so birthday cake baking fell to me, and she threw the gauntlet. Would I bail, buy a Costco cake, make MUFFINS? One year I was so sick with the flu on her birthday muffins were all I could manage, and they did not go over well. So this year, I met her challenge head-on:
That cake had 14 stars and Happy Birthday lit in candles, with her name on it, even. All done by me, myself and I. It had so many candles she didn’t manage to get all of the “Happy Birthday” blown out, but she did get all 14 stars on the first try.
I love this age. She thinks, she talks, she writes, she learns. And of course, she dances. So to her, the same wish she leaves for me: Peace. Love. Dance.
