Sugary birthday

My daughter snapped this photo of me last night on my iPhone, as I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. Indeed, that Lucky Guy baked this chocolate cake from scratch.

It was the first time in my life that a man had ever made a homemade cake for me. Something like this just might make a woman like me believe in love. I was all sentimental after blowing out the candles. I just sat there, until one of my girlfriends reminded me that it was up to me to cut the cake. Right.

And what was served before that cake? Well, he’d blended up some pesto, and then made pasta — also from scratch — which he’d rolled out and dried like this in his kitchen:

I don’t know what the future holds. What I do know that birthdays make me emotional. Yours or mine, any birthday, and I get all sugary. More than ever, I know who I am, yet I’m more curious than ever about what lies ahead. At the moment, I’m feeling so blessed — and well fed.

A certain single mom blogger whom I admire — Jessica at Sassafrass — celebrated her birthday a few months before me, and I love what she wrote in her post, 37.

“There is much to do,” Jessica began. “I know this. My brain is always working on those projects and ideas and strategies, just as it has for every year I can remember. I am also working on how to be the woman I want to be — more centered, more rested, more creative. There are tangible tasks and a to-do list that is always running in my mind and on countless tiny Post-It notes on my desk.”

“On birthdays, maybe, those scrawled out reminders can be pushed aside or swept into a drawer just to take breath and a step back to think about bigger new beginnings.”

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As I blew out my candles, I breathed in “bigger new beginnings.” I love that one Jessica. I can feel it today. Can you?

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