I feel these cake-making adventures should be viewed in a generous light: that is, this is how much effort I'll put in for my daughters. Not: I'm particularly talented. Just particularly tenacious. Here is this year's effort:
I snuggled E before bed tonight and reminded her it's a school night. "Two minutes, love!" I said to her and she protested. But it's my birthday! I really, really want extra birthday snuggles! It's a good idea to get extra snuggles on my birthday! Curled up against this lawyer-in-training, already more than half my height, I thought about three years ago tomorrow when this pundit first said hello to the world. Just six pounds and change but already declarative about her opinions. Born on the 26th, the obstetrician pulled her out and commented on her lungs. That's the loudest child I've delivered all month, he said with wonder.
From six pounds to the person beside me: as I lay those extra moments snuggled in my birthday girl's bed, I marveled at her personality, her age, and the surprising forms of one's life's contentment.