My Mom started off a conversation with me at the beginning of February with, “So, you’re 33 now…” It really hadn’t occurred to me that I was a whole year older. You see, the weekend we were set to celebrate with family two of our girls came down with the stomach bug. I was really excited to celebrate too, because I had spent a few hours making a Strawberry Dream Cake like I saw on Pinterest. All that to say, I didn’t feel like I was a year older because I had not blown out candles and eaten birthday cake. So I bought myself a few more weeks of being 32.
My Dad suggested freezing the cake, which is what I did, and we finally celebrated my and my Grandma’s birthdays this past weekend.