This is a picture of the cake I made for Logan's second birthday. Logan absolutely loves trains. Anyone who spends any time with me and my sons knows that even that is an understatement. We live less than a block away from the tracks and every train that goes by gets a proper introduction. "Choo, Choo", and "A T-wain" are daily phrases in my house.That is why, when it came time to discuss Logan's birthday, I knew I wanted to make this cake. I wanted it to be perfect. Even looking at it now, I see the flaws and imperfections glaringly. Those things didn't matter. Logan was thrilled with the cake. You can see the pride in his face.
I know that Logan probably won't even remember this cake. That's not the point. Childhood is a collage of memories that make up the person we are. My hope is that Logan will take this memory and tuck it away with all the other moments that he felt loved and important.
