Many people asked about my birthday cake this year. Did I make it? What kind? Where is it? Are you sharing? Can I have a bite? Etc.
Well, historically, my birthday cakes have been made by this very special lady:
And this year was no different!
A delicious, rich cake with burnt butter frosting and caramel syrup was delivered to my house this past weekend by my dad who was on his way back from dropping my littlest brother off in Chicago.
My mom told me over the phone, "You better be careful when you eat that cake. You might pee your pants it's so good!" Now I know where I get my modesty from. Love you Mom!