My second born, he turned 10 the other day.
He's the one who likes to play it cool, but really loves to hug.
He's a delicious little (big) kid and over the past year or so, we have discovered his love of baking. We already knew he loved to eat cake, so obviously, he's my kid.
That picture at the top? That's him, helping to bake his first cake ever for a surprise party we threw for my mom years ago.
I feel my eyes getting all leaky when I look at that picture. I must be allergic to it.
And down below, this is him, baking and decorating his own birthday cake.
He dreamed it up, all by himself, after weeks of weighing his options.
A layer of vanilla cake, then a layer of chocolate cake, and then another layer of vanilla cake, with caramel frosting in between the layers. And then the whole thing was covered in several layers of chocolate frosting. My father, a diabetic, took some extra insulin just to have one bite of this cake. I think it would have been nice if he had offered some to the rest of us.
And it tasted pretty good too.
A little (okay, a lot) dense. The cake stand may or may not have fallen over from the weight of the cake once half the cake was served and half was still hanging out on the stand. But it was still the best dang birthday cake made totally by a ten year old boy, ever.
My bracha to my not quite biggest boy, but my big boy nonetheless, - may this coming year bring you as much happiness, laughter and joy as the making of your special cake brought you.
And let us all say, Amen!
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)