yesterday I was feeling lousy. My cough turned into a chest cold and I decided to wait a day before eating cake. All week my kids have been bugging me about what kind of cake I wanted for my birthday. My answer? I want a braille birthday cake.
It also needed to be chocolate.
My husband picked up a German chocolate cake, and Marley taught him how to spell my name, “Mom,” in Braille with white chocolate chips.
Just like this blog I’m posting from my phone, here it is. Short and sweet.