To my children,
Let me begin by telling you how much I love you.
I love you with all my heart.
and I appreciate you.
I appreciate your recent metamorphosis into Keepers of International Atomic Time by prefacing every conversation with...
...'for my birthday can we....'
...'next week, on my birthday...'
...'It'sFiveMoreDaysUntilMyBirthday. Good morning mom!"
It's the subtly I respond well to.
I also appreciate your inquisitive nature in all things Birds-and-Bees biological.
especially during dinnertime.
But what I am most thankful for these days is that you do not question how it came to be that four out of five of you were born during the same week.
I'd be forced to come up with some lame reason you are likely to misinterpret (or worse yet, understand) like:
'Well kids, the cable tends to go out more frequently in June.'
or maybe 'it's the evening gin and tonics enjoyed on the back porch.'
or perhaps 'the morning bloody marys'...
Whatever the reason, we can all agree on the fact that there is an ample amount of cake consumed during this time.
I know it drives you bananas that I insist on making each one.
You in turn fight seedless fruit with seedless fruit and each year go to battle on this issue
begging and pleading, as though for your lives, to buy the cake at Costco
or Krispy Kreme Doughnuts
or just skip the cake altogether and hand out spoons and tubs of frosting.
We make a cake- I win!
from a box- You win!
Happy Birthday guys!
I look forward to doing battle with you next year!
*there is no recipe. This happiness I get from a box and a tub.