It's My Party, and I'll cry if I want to.....

It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

It's my birthday...a day that has always been filled with love, laughter and celebration.  Today I turn 43 years of age.  As I sit here at my parents home drinking my morning coffee I reflect over the last 43 years of my life.

As a little girl my parents would always bake me a "homemade" birthday cake.  Momma makes an incredible "Scratch" Chocolate cake that is sinfully too die for good!  After the cake was baked and cooled down my Dad would begin his masterpiece.  He would ice and decorate my birthday cake to perfection. 

Over the years he designed a clown cake, an Elvis cake, a Valentines heart shaped cake, cake with roses, a rainbow...so many handmade decorated cakes.  His hands symbolized love in whatever he would do for me.  I will always cherish the memories of my birthday cakes that my Dad made me.  Those are the precious memories that will never fade.


Much Love,
Tonya Denise