My birthday was this past Saturday. I love birthdays. I love anyone’s birthday, but I’m not gonna lie…I love mine the most! Who doesn’t love their own birthday best?!
I had planned to have a very laid back birthday this year, i.e. no cake. I thought a few simple, but delicious cupcakes would suit me fine. But my sister had other plans. As sisters, especially older sisters, often do, she coerced me, in her own loving, but big sisterly way, into making a cake this year after all. She knew I’d be disappointed if I didn’t have one. She knows me oh so well. She did the right thing. She even helped me find inspiration by having a little Q&A session via Yahoo Messenger (since we live thousands of miles from each other :(), then bombarded me with pictures of beautiful cakes in the colors I had chosen (turquoise and yellow). That did it. I was hooked…my brain going a million miles an hour about what I could do. As our little chat came to an end, with an idea firmly entrenched in my mind, it struck me that I wanted an owl on my cake this year. I must have an owl. I would have an owl. And so I did.