June 26, 2016

Adults suck and then you are one

This post is part of a 30 in 30 blog experiment, where I committed to writing 30 posts in 30 days with minimal planning between June 20, 2016 and July 20, 2016.

I turned 43 today.

In my wildest dreams I never envisioned myself actually BEING 43. Nor would I have imagined that just yesterday I uttered the words, "Kids these days." I mean honestly. I never wanted to be that kind of adult.

Of course, I went romping through my parents old photo albums and pulled out a couple of gems because I am nostalgic like that.

Oh, how I loved Mickey Mouse.

This cake, however, is by far the one I remember the most. Every summer, my mother, my aunt and my cousin and I took a car trip up to the UP to visit my grandmother so Mom and her sister could perform the annual spring cleaning of my grandmother's home. Spring cleaning back then was very serious business in my family that involved washing walls and waxing floors. We usually spent at least a week there playing with cousins in the yard while the rest of the women in my family worked for days making the house spotless. This particular year, my mom asked another family member to make me a birthday cake, and she made me this glorious Holly Hobby cake. I LOVED IT. It was my most favorite thing ever to have such a fancy cake. And I was wearing a sundress, which pretty much made this day the best day ever.

What is your best birthday memory?

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