I love birthdays. Especially other people’s. I love that they make me stop and think about that person, and how great it is that they were born and that I get to have them in my life.
We’ve had a run of birthdays in my house recently. In the last few months I’ve made a 1st birthday cake for my second child, and a 2nd birthday cake for my first. In classic British fashion, I masked all the pride and emotion involved in watching them emerge from baby to toddler and toddler to child by scoffing a lot of fondant icing.
Today is Kalinko’s 5th birthday, and I’m going to need a whole packet of fondant icing for this one.