pursuit of ever-elusive happiness


I’m glad I was born.
When I was born, people around me were happy to have me. I am fortunate, and it humbles me.

My parents never had lots of money, and we considered getting a cake on our birthday was special. It was my dad’s job to get one on his way back home from work. The bakery had those cakes on display that they needed to get rid of and sold at a discount by the end of the day. Because my birthday is in December, my cake usually had some Christmas ornaments on it. For a long time, I thought I had the same birthday as Santa Claus. Often, the “Happy Birthday” was written on top of the crossed out “Merry Christmas.” Nonetheless, I loved the cake and attention.
After I told that story, my husband made sure I got my birthday cake with the crossed off message.

I have no party planned for my birthday. But, I might get a piece of cake for myself, sans the revised birthday wish.

santa girl cake



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