Happy Birthday, my son! My pride and joy!

It has been quite awhile since my last post. I suppose I could also say that it has been quite awhile since I baked anything. Being pregnant, I kinda don't have the energy to bake. I still cook for my family though.. well, we still have to eat, right. But for baking goods, I simply go to the bakery and buy some. Must have chocolate cake in the fridge at all time.

15th March ago, my son turns 3. So, I told myself to suck it up and bake something for him. Nothing fancy though. Since the birthday theme is rainbow, I decided to make rainbow cupcakes with vanilla butter cream. The idea was that those butter cream will be like a fluff of cloud on each cupcakes. Haha! One can dream.. But hey, it wasn't bad at all. My butter cream may not look like a cloud, but all and all, they looked kinda cute.

Anyway, to match with the cakes, I painted a rainbow and a cloud to decorate the wall to make it looked a little festive. Haven't been using water color paints in a verrrrry long time, but I had fun doing it. My son was excited looking at the rainbow and he kept wanting to touch it before it was completely dry. Drawing and cutting alphabets is a different story. Those were a tedious task and more than once I asked myself, why..oh why did I start on this project. I could simply buy these decorations and save myself lots of time. But when everything was done, I can't help feeling pleased with myself. And to see everyone's reactions toward everything that I had done... Priceless!

I know it wasn't fancy. It was Thursday and everybody else was either working or in school. And there weren't anybody else to sing the birthday song for my little guy except my hubby and I along with my sister. But to me, it was the day that matters. What it represent. My son may not remember his 3rd birthday. But to me, 15th March is my sacred day. My lucky day. Because 3 years ago, on this very day, at 8.53 in the morning, like a sunrise in my own little world, my son was born. He was everything good in me and my husband. He lights up my world and brings endless joy into my life.

Which is why, I guess, I was the most excited one to plan things, bake little cakes, put up decorations compare to others. Being 33 weeks pregnant and on a restricted budget, I couldn't do much. But it was special to me, straight from my heart for my lovely boy, for he is my son, my pride and joy.