Birthdays have always been really special in my family. And a lot of that has to do with cake. There’s always cake.
My parents went out of their way to fulfill our desires over the years — a carousel-themed cake, store-bought ice cream cake, homemade angel food cake. It didn’t matter how elaborate the cake request was because it was our birthday and we got to call the shots. Nothing makes you feel more special as a kid.
I’ve tried to carry the birthday cake tradition into my own life by baking cakes for family and friends. It’s a simple gesture that always manages to make people feel special and loved. And that’s how you should feel on every birthday, regardless of how old you’re turning.
Last week I turned 27. I started the week with few plans to celebrate because I was so stressed at work that I felt overwhelmed and exhausted. But that didn’t last long.
My family and friends went out of their way to make sure I had a birthday for the books. There wasn’t just one cake, but THREE. I may never recover from the sugar rush.
Their thoughtful gestures quickly snapped me out of my funk and reminded me that no matter how rough the week, birthdays are always worth celebrating. And, as Julia Child said, “A party without a cake is just a meeting.”