Happy Birthday, dear daughter!
And one more thing ~ HER TEAM WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR THE CITY GIRL'S SOFTBALL LEAGUE! Jules made TWO (2) HOME RUNS, in fact. She got that from me, you know. Duh.
Perfect segue back to me, and my 10th birthday. That year, my angel mother made me a cake in the shape of the number ten. Pink frosted and sprinkles on tinfoil covered cardboard. Simply divine.
Well, just so happens my birthday also fell on Labor Day weekend, and the entire clan of extended family were to arrive at the cabin in Idaho. My Grandma Sybil always went early to sweep the mice poops out of the A-frame. I swore right then and there I would never be the Grandma Sybil. So far, so good.
Where was I? Okay, so I gingerly set the pink ten on the card table, waiting for just the right moment when the masses were sure to ARISE AND CALL ME BLESSED. I thought it best that I not look too eager, therefore, I wandered over to the swinging hammock, and laid low for a few minutes...15 at the most. When I was sure they would be wondering where bra-less Lisa was, I poked my head out of the pines and tried to look unaware of the impending celebration.
Guess what I found? Two things, people~a tinfoil covered piece of cardboard, as EMPTY AND BARREN AS MY SOUL, and the entire family gathered round the campfire, laughing lips littered with pink frosting and cake crumbs!
Damm fools had eaten my birthday cake!
And Princess Lisa had received not one. single. piece. of her own number ten cake.
Well, she never forgot it, folks. Fast forward ten years, when she was dating a darling man. She told him her sad tale. He kept these things in his heart. She arrived home late from work one eve, and called out to her parents. No answer~just the soft glow of candlelight from the kitchen. She entered in, and there sat her precious metal, Sterling, balloons in hand and grinning behind a perfect replica of her number ten birthday cake.
Reader, I married him.