Yesterday Princess turned 10. How on earth did that happen? I swear last week We were taking her home from the hospital. Se has grown from a 3 pound wonder to an amazing beautiful young lady on the cusp of becoming woman.
I am so proud to be her mother- and I sincerely hope I have not screwed up too much.
Every year since I was a little girl my mom made me a cake, yellow with chocolate frosting- per my request. My children also get to make their cake requests- and Princess requested the same.
During the day I made her cake and as I was doing it- I remembered my grandmother. It is a family tradition to put tooth picks in the cake- whoever found one got a wish. As I pressed the toothpicks into the cake, I remembered my excitement with my cousins and siblings over finding a toothpick.
Mostly I remembered the story-- the same story I have told to my kids about the cake. I hope that they will carry on the tradition with their children- carrying on part of her legacy.
I miss my grandmother, I miss her everyday. But this makes me feel connected to her- a way part of her can live on.