My birthday’s come & gone. What lingers are the kind wishes, the sweet notes, the hilarious cards and the thoughtful presents.
Hubbs hosted a party for family & friends; some showed, a few didn’t. But the ones who did came to have fun and boy was it ever fun! We visited, we laughed, we teared up and we sang along. We ate, we drank, and we danced till our feet were sore and our faces hurt from laughing.
We enjoyed a meal together and later, there was cake. A huge cake. The kind of cake I like, the kind with the whipped frosting that’s more creamy than it is sweet. The kind of cake the old guys giggled over and ladies were heard saying “oh I really shouldn’t” as they did. The one that serves 90 but was decimated by 50.
I ate the cake because even though I don’t do that every day I’ve also grown to realize there are times in life when we should just stop all the fussin’ and enjoy what’s right in front of us.
Would you agree?
“A slice of cake never made anyone fat. You don’t eat the whole cake. You don’t eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that’s safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what is served on the happiest days of your life.” ― Jeanne Ray, Eat Cake