Two years of buying cakes.
Made by professionals.
Two years ago was the first time that my boys did not have a birthday cake made by my mom.
Whatever the boys requested, my mom would lovingly and happily create.
My boys most memorable birthday moments have been their cakes.
Tonight, I slayed some cake demons. Often the hardest things create the most freedom within us and around us.
Tonight, I made my newly four year old’s request for a fire truck cake.
Tears in my eyes.
Pink icing and all.
(Who knew red icing was so hard to make?)
I MADE A FIRE TRUCK CAKE!
Happy Birthday OC.
(My mom’s namesake.)