This little man, the one I made this monkey cake for, melts me.
He has just turned ten, and I’ve had the gift and privilege as his mama of getting to watch him grow from the moment he was born.
This kid has been a lover from the start.
He has always felt things so…deeply.
His compassion and concern for animals and all things smaller and weaker than himself has been a defining characteristic of his since the time he could start to express his feelings.
And this boy can’t hide his emotions for the life of him.
If he feels it, you know it.
I’ll never forget the time he came running to me one warm summer morning, so frantic and hysterical that he could barely speak because he watched his little sister put a berry from our front tree into her mouth, and he was convinced it was a poison berry. (Which is wasn’t, btw. But convincing him of that fact was no easy task.)
He could not HANDLE the idea that she might be hurt from it.
He was a mess for hours afterwards.
And when the stray cat who we’d been feeding and keeping warm on extra cold winter nights for the past several years showed up one morning on our doorstep, disoriented and clearly hurt in some way, Finners lost his mind with worry.
He couldn’t stop the tears from streaming, while reading books to the cat as it lay in a makeshift bed of blankets we tried to keep it calm on, waiting for the animal care specialists to arrive.
And one of the sweetest memories I hold of this boy was on a family movie night.
We watched together as a little boy’s father in the movie was sent off to war and soon thought killed in battle.
The moment it was portrayed in the movie that the father was gone, I spied my little guy slide down from the chair he was perched upon,
army crawl over to the couch where I sat,
climb up next to me all stealth-like,
lay his head on my shoulder and silently sob right along with me… trying so hard to not make any noise as his tears fell so that his Uncle Mike who was visiting that night wouldn’t realize he was crying.
My son, my Finners, no matter how hard he tries to hide it at his ripe old age of ten, is just a big (little) softie.
And I pray with all that I’ve got that God protects that heart of his.
That He’ll hold my Finner’s heart in His hands, covering it… not letting the worries, battles and bruises of this life harden it and shut it down as my little boy grows into the man God created him to be.
He’s gonna need that same, huge heart of his when he’s big.
His future wife’s going to need it.
The world already needs it.
‘Cause a heart like Finner’s is the catchy kind.
The kind that touches another’s heart and causes that one to beat just a little bit louder.
Which touches another’s heart and causes that one to beat just the same, until so many hearts are beating so loudly it’s just about all you can hear.
And the sound of so many wildly beating hearts may just be the most beautiful thing this world will ever get to listen to.
Happy birthday to my Finners.
Who has made my heart beat wildly from the moment I laid eyes upon him.
His birthday wish list this year; Russell Wilson/Seattle Seahawks jersey (yeah, no idea where THAT came from as we live in Buffalo, NY but ok), NHL Xbox game… and a super cute monkey stuffed animal that he picked out online.
Melts me, I tell you. Xx
Here’s a video tutorial of how I created the clouds background on the cake…
Some work in progress photos of the cake…
The full, step by step video tutorial of how I created this monkey cake and SOOO much more,
is on Cakeheads.com!
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