This slimy abomination is my daughter’s birthday cake. This is definitely the last year I’m making homemade cakes for the girls. By next year, Pumpkin will be old enough to be disappointed and/or embarrassed for me.
Can’t seem to relax enough to even think about sleep. Is it some kind of primal echo of my body remembering what it was doing this time three years ago? Labor started somewhere around midnight. My mind is racing, my heart is full.
Two years ago today at 6:00 am, I was on the way to the hospital to give birth to my luminous little girl. She has a little light around her…everyone that meets her can see it, and it gets brighter every day. I love you, Pumpkin…happy birthday! You are my heart.