Today we celebrated 17. It was so nice of her friends to stop by for social distancing visits. It was nice to see her sister get donuts and lunch with her. It was nice her other sister came home for dinner. It was nice to know a few friends were coming over for a bonfire in the backyard. Celebrations right now are so important for everyone. I just wanted her to feel loved today.
The celebrations above were anticipated and I had a surprise celebration. I made her cake and in a rush baked all three 9" round tins on the same oven shelf and didn't rotate them. So, they came out a smidge uneven. I thought about making them over and talked myself out of it. A little flip, turn, rotate, frosting and I was determined to make this work. I started putting together the Most Amazing Chocolate Cake patching in some frosting and as I put on the third layer it started sliding. I nudge it upwards. It slid again. I felt the frustration coming and decide I would make another cake. In a moment of frustration, I swoop the spatula up against the leaning side and walk away starting another batch of batter.
She's watching my little cake flurry with a friend and they are laughing at me. I start listening in more and she says, "it doesn't matter what it looks like, it's all about how it tastes. Who cares if it's crooked?" I stop and listen. I reflect and remember when just a couple of years ago everywhere we went she was straightening things hanging on the wall. It could be in our home, in a doctor office, in a store even. She left the kitchen. I add a few more ingredients to the new batter and then I stopped and did some thinking; she doesn't care if the cake is crooked. I look at the spatula supporting the cake and realize it's not leaning. We all have growth at year 17 and I made cupcakes instead.
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