What? No Cake?

I recently had a birthday. It ended up being a very odd birthday for me. I was working and not just regular work, this was event work. Like overnight stay event work. I don’t worry so much if people remember my birthday or not. Wait, I take that back. There are a few that I care if they do or do not remember, like family, you know…mom, dad, husband. Those sorts. Anyway, other than that it isn’t a huge deal. I appreciate those who do remember and still love those who don’t. But there is one thing that I have decided that is a must: a cake! (most kinds will do). It could be big or small, short or tall and it must have at least one candle. I did not discover how important this was to me until it didn’t happen.

Rocky came up to Snowbird to join me for dinner as the event I was working came to a close. We cleaned up and finally headed for home. On the drive he gave me a thoughtful gift but I was still secretly hoping that there would be some sort of dessert waiting for me at home. The only thing waiting for me was the mess I had left….darn it! I realized that not only was I hoping for a little cake but also for my clothes to somehow put themselves away. My awesome mom told me once that if I keep my expectations low then I will almost always be pleasantly surprised. Well I decided that if I tell Rocky what my expectations are then I won’t have to lower them. So I told him that I was a little disappointed that I didn’t have a cake. He told me that he had no idea cake was so important because when he was growing up his birthday often wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t always get cake. I guess he could see that his answer didn’t really satisfy me because the next night when he came home from work (it was late and I was already on my way to dream land) he entered with a small cake and what looked like a small ball of fire on top (I was not wearing glasses) and he was singing happy birthday. So sweet.

So I have learned a few things. 1) For my birthday I expect some sort of sweet thing with a candle on top. 2) No matter how much I want my clothes to learn how to put themselves away they never will. 3) I have the sweetest husband in the world, ( okay, I already knew this but I love the little confirmations). Thanks for the cake babe.

PS...Thank you to my family too. Especially Peggy who made one of my favorite cakes, pudding cake.