I must admit , one of the sweetest memories that I carry in my heart is of Birthday cakes :)
With the exception of ice cream on Sundays, and watermelon in the summer...I think that birthdays were the only times we really even had dessert as a child.
With five siblings, and birthdays scattered throughout the year, we, of course had ample opportunities for birthday desserts.
I know that my little brother's dessert of choice was always mom's blueberry pie...what an adventurer Tommy was, who chooses pie? when they could have cake complete with icing and icecream, but every year...he chose pie!
I remember my favorite birthday cake, though I don't recall the exact year...the memory of the cake remains fresh!
My favorite birthday cake was an ice cream cake! Oh, not the kind of ice cream cake that you can buy from Dairy Queen...this cake was around long before theirs ever was on the menu.
My ice cream cake was made COMPLETELY of ice cream...tiny little scoops of all different kinds of ice cream...mostly sherberts, which made for a completly colorful slice of ice cream perfectly melting on my dessert plate on that beautiful August evening....
and here is where the beauty of this little lion comes in....
This little lion, celebrated with me that day now so long ago...high atop a mountain of icecream and whip cream topping, he once heard the last fading notes of my happy birthday song.
Just as he had heard the birthday songs of my family for the past sixty years, my hope is that he will hear the tunes for the next sixty years to come, and then some, and then some....
