Happy Birthday to My Favorite Birthday Cake Victim

So Marcus turned 25 today. I had this whole plan - homemade chocolate cake, candles, the works. Sophie was going to sit in her high chair and clap while Daddy blew out his candles. It was going to be perfect and sweet and Instagram-worthy.

Happy Birthday to My Favorite Birthday Cake Victim

Except Sophie had other plans. The second I put her on Marcus’s lap for a cute birthday photo, she lunged forward like a tiny cake-seeking missile. Face-first into the frosting. I’m talking full contact - frosting in her eyebrows, chocolate cake in her hair, the works. The cake looked like it had been attacked by a very small, very determined bulldozer.

And Marcus? He just started laughing. Didn’t even try to stop her. Just sat there holding our frosting-covered baby like this was exactly what he’d hoped for on his birthday. When I asked him if he was upset about the cake, he said ‘Are you kidding? This is way better than anything I could have planned.’ This is the man who’s marrying me in seven months, people. I think I chose well.