irresistible cupcake monster

In honor of approaching birthday 2010, an ode to birthday 2009. May this year be filled with whimsy.

Once in a lifetime, a birthday gift comes along that gets to you, changes you, makes you a better person. Sometimes that gift is a cupcake that doubles as a monster. Sometimes you take this monster and spend the day with him. Become his special friend. While away the hours. Hold hands. Well, him. And spin. Just spin. And spin and spin and spin. Pose for photo ops.   

Here he is in his birthday suit. “Surprise!” his sweet eyes say, “I’m your little blue friend!” That same old silly grin never fails to make me smile. 

Don’t you ever get sad, little guy? “No,” he smiles, “never.”

We look into each other’s eyes. And say all we need to say.

“Ohhh,” he says, “Ohhhh.”  

We take long rides in the car. He feels a little angry about the seatbelt. But I say, “It’s for your safety. It’s because I care.” He looks away.

I hope we never part.

And we don’t. For a while. Despite his edible make-up, he spends the next six months brightening my kitchen with his bubbly effervescence.

You can still hear his little chirrup from time to time, echoing, echoing.

Funny what two tiny frosting blob eyes and a wonky pink mouth can do.