As the eve of a hectic work day pulls the shade of night down over the day, I am blissfully distracted from the bewilderment of the myriad of events that unfolded to create that hectic day. I am fortunate to be able to cast those disquieting moments aside and dwell on the touching moment from the previous night.
Making cakes is a process I enjoy immensely. It truly allows me to lose myself in the creative process and pour my heart into something I love. I create with the purpose of wanting to make the occasion that much more special by making a simple birthday cake into a much more personal experience. Very rarely do I get a glimpse through the eyes of the intended recipient but on Saturday night I was able to see the joy from the other side.
I was the one holding the cake as the birthday song began. I was the one to present the cake to a very surprised birthday girl. And I was the one who most appreciated the tears of joy that welled in the corners of her eyes. It was a truly touching moment for me.
Her reaction made every ounce of my effort worthwhile. Her heartfelt emotion made every tedious detail on that cake worth each extra moment I took to make them as close to perfect as I could get them. It may be just a Scrabble cake to some but to her it was the first personalized cake she had ever had and I was moved to tears to be the person that created that memory for her.
That one moment will play over and over in my head as I am laboriously working into the evening hours on my next cake project. And when my wrists are tired from kneading fondant and my hand is beginning to shake with exhaustion when I am trying to pipe the last details on a cake, I will remember the look on her face and summon that next wind to keep going.
Life is about counting the memories and not the calories.