When we were kids, for every single birthday, my parents would buy us a cake made especially for us from
Cakeland or
Holloway's bakery. It didn't matter if we didn't have a piñata, a party, other family members around, or what day of the week it was...it was a given that the cake would be there. Sometimes they would have our favorite cartoons characters, sometimes they'd just have our names,
but they were cakes ordered just cuz we were a year older. This
tradition lasted till I was about twenty-two.
It's funny how simple gestures like that went unnoticed but recently looking back at all the pictures of birthdays being celebrated with those special cakes, it makes me appreciate just how amazing my parents were/are. As an adult, I realize how much those cakes cost and they paid a pretty penny. Four birthdays a year for about twenty-two years,
now that's dedication.
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| the terrible twos...get a load of those cheeks! no cambia nada..... |
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