Do you remember the birthdays of your youth?
I usually have a crap memory. So much so that I am constantly being corrected by my siblings on what actually happened growing up (I still don’t believe them!) But with birthdays, I have no problem at all.
Don’t get me wrong – I can’t remember them start to finish or anything like that but I do remember snapshots of the day. I still smile when I think about how I felt waking up and realising that there was a whole day devoted to me about to happen.
I can also remember that delicious feeling of superiority as I sat and relaxed at the table after dinner while my minions (siblings) cleaned up! I would be a terrific Overlord, right?
Then came the ceremony of the cake that started with the lighting of the candles. As my mum lifted the cake off the counter, my stomach would do a little somersault of happiness. As she walked toward me, the rest of the family fell in beside her looking like some ragtag army band corp as they shouted and sang happy birthday.
With all eyes on me, I would take a big breath in, frantically think of a wish, and blow out the candles with the ferociity of Louis Armstrong (there may or may not have been a bit of spittle splatter – but, hey! I was excited!). Then, with knife in hand I would spy out that section of cake that looked like it had the most frosting and laid claim to it by carving out the largest piece I could get away with.
I plopped it on my plate and promptly ignored everyone else as my entire being concentrated on getting the largest, frosting-est piece of cake onto my fork.
LOL, right now my mouth is watering as I think of taking that first bite of cake. Hmmm, perhaps it’s time to do a little cake baking even though there are no birthdays on the horizon. It’s true, Happiness is…cake!
At GroupTogether, this week was all about back to school class birthday parties and, of course, birthday cakes. Do you remember your birthdays when you were young?
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