
Yes! It is finished at last! Making this cake was like giving birth. One minute I'm telling myself, "I am never doing this again! How did I get myself in this mess?!" And the next minute I'm thinking, "well, maybe it's not so bad...I could do this again..." And then it's one a.m. and I'm exhausted and I just wish it was all over and I never agreed to do it...and then I give birth to the sloppiest cake I have put a spatula to. I was so disgusted by the way this cake turned out that it actually caused physical pain to look at it. (That part doesn't remind me of birth. I found all of my babies beautiful!) But the Lord is good to me. He provided beautiful fruit to cover up my ugly creation. I also have the greatest sister-in-law a girl could have...Rachel is so awesome. I will cherish our laughter as we tried to place the top tier on the cake and I cried out, "can you find the hole?" She almost dropped the cake and I was pretty nervous. Things are so funny when you are delirious from exhaustion. We stood in the rain arguing over her taking her share of the profit...I couldn't have done it without her...I think that's the fun in doing cakes...working with someone to create something and sharing the failures and the triumphs...i don't think i like to work alone. I know I will need someone to laugh with the day I drop the cake on the ground and my face lands in the buttercream...