My little boy and his blue blankey, quiet as he falls asleep in my lap, over full of icing and excitement from his big night.
Happy birthday! He greeted as people came in, excited beyond all measure for the cake he knew was at hand, that was the only thing he truly wanted.
A quick night, children squealing and icing smeared all over the counter. My resolve against it’s power crumbling as it all too often does:
Sheet cake, my nemesis.
And now I carve out one small moment with my little man as his warmth breath tickles my ear.
Good night my love, thanks for another great year.Click here for reuse options!
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