When I was a kid, Mom made every birthday special. She had parties. She decorated cakes. Well, this is a cake from before she taught herself how to decorate them. I’m sure it tasted good. And it was also the birthday when my (very young) aunt decided to cut my bangs. You see how that turned out.
Mom made beautiful cakes and I can’t believe how few pictures I have of them. I had a horse head cake one year, a cake wth little horses on it another year, a cinderella cake (with horses pulling an actual carriage). Yes, horses were the theme of my cakes.
Then, somewhere along the way, I started to pout at birthday parties that weren’t my own. I’m not putting the pictures of me at parties showing the various ways I could pout. But trust me, I did. I think Mom made birthday SO special that I wanted them to all be for me and all about ME.
I don’t do that anymore. Over the years I’ve had a fine time celebrating my birthday and others’ birthdays. I”m glad I’m here and I’m glad all the people in my life are here too. I feel pretty damn lucky. Today I celebrate my younger sister’s birthday, which is the day before mine. That’s us in this picture. Continuing the horse theme.