A little less than a year and a half ago my life was irrevocably changed when my mom passed away. She had been ill for a while but it was still a shock to receive the call on a Friday morning that she was gone. As fate would have it, a small typo at the funeral home transformed an evening that could have been incredibly morose into a night of bizarre toasts that my mom would have found hilarious. In the haze of tragedy, my family was able to find laughter. In the wake of death, my family was still able to breathe some life.
One slight alphabetical error was a domino effect for a myriad number of things that would follow. Had the funeral director not misspelled Jane and typed June, the course of our mourning and subsequent celebration of my mother would have been profoundly altered. You can read the original story by clicking here. Since then there have been continual toasts to “June”. There is a place setting for June at family meals and she is always a part of our celebrations.
Recently, I began to dabble in cake decorating again and decided that I would like to bring the old cake business back to life. The company name I had used in the past no longer seemed to embody what it was that I was trying to represent and I struggled to come up with a new moniker for my part-time occupation.
After sifting through photos of cakes I had done in the past, I came across this cake I made for my mom on her 70th birthday. Without hesitation, I knew the name of my new venture would be “Sweet June”.
“In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love.” ~ Mother Teresa
These cakes are the small things that I do with great love. I find peace in the moments of creating special memories that help celebrate milestones. I find joy in knowing that I was an invisible part of a happy occasion. And I achieve the most reward, now, by knowing that my mom, Sweet June, will forever be a small part of those moments as well.