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Celebrated

I am writing from Minneapolis where I came to help celebrate Miss M's second birthday.  It started with a family dinner where I made a butterfly cake (well more appropriately I tried to make a butterfly cake).  But first a bit of back story.

Sometime during my early years my own maternal grandmother made me a beautiful butterfly cake.  It is the style made from a round cake, cut into pieces, then rearranged into a butterfly shape.  I remember being completely enamored by how pretty her cake was.  Perhaps it was because I was so young, or that I had never seen a cake like it, but it was very special to me then and even now.  I knew it was a bit early to expect Miss M to remember, but I wanted to pay it forward.

If you squint, perhaps you see a butterfly.  The splotches of colour and candy helped or so my son told me.
The carrot cake with cream cheese frosting tasted good, but it did not live up to the standard my grandmother had set.  Perhaps another attempt will need to be made in the future so I can appropriately honor Grandma.  Nevertheless, Miss M seemed to think all was OK.

Dad presenting the cake with the number 2 lit.  Someone appears interested.

The cake seemed to go down pretty well.  Love the napkin in her left hand!

Most special however was the fact Miss M's mom took time off from work and designed a day of celebration perfect for a two year old.  There was a special pancake breakfast (those are flamingos), a trip to the local aquarium where Miss M told me she saw fishies and that the turtles stared at her and a visit to the local bookstore.  What a perfect day for a little girl.  How lucky Miss M is to have such a caring and thoughtful Mom.
The day documented in photos.
Yup, turning two in Miss M's household was quite an event suitably celebrated.  (Hopefully I have fulfilled the need for Miss M photos.  Some of you enjoy lots of updates.)

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