I found this great picture of me eating my first birthday cake:
I saw this picture for the first time in July when I went through old photos at my grandma’s house, and I was so excited to see that me digging into that cake was documented. Anyone under the age 20 probably wouldn’t understand the concept of a moment that important not being photographed. For that matter, they may not understand why my mom didn’t take a bathroom selfie with me while she cleaned me up after eating the cake. But film cost money and even if you were okay with spending money to photograph every minute of your life, you had no idea whether they would turn out when you got the film developed months later. Some moments are just lost to the cobwebbed corners of our minds.
But not this one.
This one was so great that I felt like it needed a second showing. One smash cake in a person’s life just doesn’t seem like enough. Every birthday, every year we get to walk on this earth, should be celebrated with the same grand level of excitement as the first time. That is why I recreated the first birthday smash cake moment, 33 years later.
I went to the store yesterday to buy everything I needed to make the cake, and I was kinda nervous about someone asking who the cake was for. Because if they did, I’d have to tell that person I was making a birthday cake for myself.
But really, it’s for my blog, I’d say. See, it’s going to be this funny thing I’m doing, so it’s for me but it’s not like I’m really making myself a birthday cake because I’m sad and alone or anything…I have friends! I would be shouting this at the person as they hurried away, looking back over his or her shoulder to make sure I wasn’t following.
Thankfully no one asked.
So then I baked myself a birthday cake (I promise I have friends!) and did this:
And since I already had the cake, I went ahead and did this too:
It kind of looks like I’m not really eating the cake.
I’m eating the cake – and it’s delicious.
Happy Monday everyone!