A strawberry cake is cooling on the kitchen counter.
When the house is quiet, I will ice it, smearing gooey, pink frosting into swirly peaks.
Tomorrow, we’ll gather around the kitchen table, and watch as our little girl squints her eyes shut, makes a wish, and blows out the candles once again. Tomorrow, our little girl turns 19.
It’s hard to fathom how fast the years have whirled by — a 19-year kaleidoscope of colorful memories, each precious and priceless. 19 years of pink cakes and giggles.
Being a mom has been one of my life’s greatest accomplishments. My daughter inspires me to be a better me, and I can not imagine how empty my days would have been without her wit, beauty, intelligence, gentle spirit and radiant soul.
Happy Birthday, Brenna. Wishing you countless days of pink cakes and magic memories!