I told this story on Facebook, and was informed that it is adorable, so I got to thinking I should write it down so I do not forget.
Yesterday was my 49th birthday. I don't expect a fuss over my birthday. Maybe when I get into the 80s, I'll start wanting more fuss. But it's sweet that my family still makes a minor-league fuss some years.
This time my Little Miss A (who, incidentally, is now 10 years old, and is shooting up in height, and is going to need a new nickname here pretty soon) wanted to bake me a cake. She agonized for several days over what type of cake to make, and finally settled on a carrot cake. I love carrot cake so I approved. The only catch is, she really wanted to bake it with her Easy Bake Oven. And the Easy Bake Oven requires an old-fashioned 100-watt bulb to bake, and hers had burned out. It had been in the back of my mind to hunt a few of those down against the coming incandescent lightbulb famine, but I had not gotten to it yet, so she ended up using a soft white bulb, and it really did not get the oven very hot. So the cake did not turn out the way she envisioned it.
Still, I blew out my candle and I made my wish and I ate my carrot cake. I have a very, very sweet daughter. I'm so thankful for her, thankful that when Barry and I thought our family was complete with two children that God knew better and blessed us with one more. She is so precious to me. I cannot imagine life without her.
Update: One of my sisters in law sent me this just now. :) So adorable.