"Wait!" I reached across the kitchen counter to stop my daughter's fork just before it reached the frosting on a fluffy white cake. Baked on a regular day, just for fun. "Don't take a bite yet," I said.
My daughter knew what was coming. "There," I said, adding a single blue candle, right in the middle. "Now you can eat it."
My daughter also knows that every minute is worth celebrating. Just like her mother.