Between the candles
Candles on the cake indicate age, but the shrinking wax mimics time melting away. There’s something about the whispers of smoke wafting from a birthday candle wish that bring back memories. There was once a time when I blew my candles “wishing” to be pregnant, start a family, and become a momma. That wish has come true x4 and I couldn’t be more blessed. With each passing birthday the memories fade and time speeds up. Each birthday I watch baby cheeks loose their chub, eyes loose their wonder, and hearts loose their innocence. It’s in that moment between smoke and memories that I catch a glimpse of my sweet baby blowing out his/her first candle. Within seconds I can be transported to a time where chubby fingers were tasting the frosting for the first time. One cake to another marks the passing of a year, but there are so many layers and ingredients that make up that...