Sister is not only a middle child, she also has the same birthday as Dad. This means she shares what is usually someone’s special day. As a kid it bothered me when Dad would say something like “Sister is the best gift I ever received.” By sharing this birthday with Dad, sister never got her own cake as Mom would always make Dad’s favorite, Coconut, as a second cake was seen as unneeded. As I aged I got over my jealousy when I saw the advantage of not sharing a birthday with Dad meant I got a Dairy Queen cake every year.
Last Sunday morning, Sister sent me a text, “Are you going by the Fancy Cake Shop this week?”
“I could,” I replied.
“I would love a cake,” she announced.
I nonchalantly replied, “Remind me of the flavor.”
“Had to look-was hoping for something with lemon or raspberry layer, but don’t see that, so something chocolate.”
Late she decided to just order cupcakes.
Flash forward to Wednesday when I was scrolling through Instagram and there was THE CAKE at a local catering company that I would be picking up food from later in the day. I called and reserved the cake.
When I got there, it was a massive slice, not a cake. I asked if I could by chance get a whole cake for Friday so I could take it to Kentucky for the joint birthday party on the front porch on Saturday night. I lucked out when the baker agreed to make another cake. This beautiful cake is huge! There is more than enough to share, but this is Sister’s cake.
I have been thinking about prayers and intentions and how so often the answer or gift is delivered by another person. I am grateful to be the conduit to deliver what Sister wanted, a cake she wanted, a white cake with raspberry filling and lemon frosting.
She was very pleasantly surprised and happy to get her favorite cake flavors.