I made a cake on Saturday. I didn't want to. Well, I wanted to at first, but then, when it came down to it, I thought "Why did I volunteer to make a cake?" Does that ever happen to you? And the sad thing is, I really did want to do it at first. It was for a little 5 year old girl's birthday who didn't get to celebrate her birthday because birthdays don't happen in a family who is struggling financially. Of course I wanted to do it, but then the day came and it was terribly busy, and I thought "Jenny, why must you always volunteer?!" I decided it was going to be just a 9x13 cake with frosting on it. But then, I started, and I couldn't stop. I was loving it. And, this is what it turned out to be. Nothing fancy, but fun.
When I delivered the cake and saw the little girl's face, it made me so happy. It's true. When you serve, you are filled with love. It's just true. I wanted to go home and make another cake for her just so I could see her reaction again. But I didn't. That would be going a little overboard.
On another note, Callie really likes BBQ chicken pizza from Papa Murphy's.