When I was a little girl. I wanted to be a Ballerina. I lived in a very small community that did not offer dance lessons of any type. My mother bought me some ballet slippers when I was 6 years old. That year for my birthday she made me a cake that I thought was the most wonderful of all. My grandmother had a set of 3 tier cake pans, that you would make a wedding cake with. Mom made me a cake with them, frosted in light pink with dancing ballerinas all around the tiers. On the very top was a much larger ballerina dressed in a pink tutu! For some reason, mother did not take pictures of this particular birthday party. So I do not have a picture of it. But I have never forgot it! Funny how a simple picture can bring back distant memories otherwise forgotten. I hope you take time today to make some special memories with the little people in your life.