08/29/2026
Some orders just mean a little more — buckle up, and grab a tissue…I’ll forever get emotional over this one.💓
A few weeks ago, Milton’s mama messaged me the morning of his smash cake session. The original cake hadn’t turned out the way she hoped, and she needed a last-minute save. I made him a little naked smash cake, got it to her that afternoon, and didn’t think much of it before getting it off to her. I was just doin’ what I do!
Somehow, it was only the beginning to something that ended up being WAY sweeter than any cake I could ever produce.✨
While talking afterward, we realized that our boys had both been NICU babies…in Houston — not just in Houston, but at the SAME hospital, in the SAME NICU, just different pods. Two Louisiana mamas who had both taken their babies hours away from home, walked some of the same halls, lived through our own versions of those terrifying NICU days… and never knew the other existed.
Then somehow, almost two years later and aaaaall the way back home, a smash cake save brought us together.🥹
Our two little “boujee babies,” as we call them 🤣, made it home. And a few weeks after that emergency cake, I got to make Milton’s actual first birthday cake, his mama wrote me the sweetest card, and she even invited us to stay for his party when we delivered it.
Which also meant that Milton’s birthday became Ezra’s very first birthday party outside of his cousin’s. And I don’t think she even realizes how much that meant to me.💓
It’s crazy to think that there was a time when our boys were under the same NICU roof, so far away from home, and we had absolutely no idea that one day we’d find each other back in Louisiana — or that I’d be standing there watching them both get to be little boys at a first birthday party.
You pray for these days walking down those halls.
And because apparently this whole thing wasn’t full-circle enough… the party was at South Beauregard Elite.
The same place where, maaaaaaany years ago during my competitive cheer days, I started baking for bake sales. Those little bake-sale treats are quite literally where my obsession with baking started — long before Dean & Dough was ever even a thought.
So there I was, years later, walking back into the place where baking started for me… carrying a cake from the bakery it eventually became. For a little boy whose mama I only met because she needed a cake, whose NICU story somehow crossed paths with ours hundreds of miles away before we ever did, and with Ezra and my husband there beside me for our boys first birthday party outside of family.
I mean… what are the chances of any of that?🥹
Life is really, really weird sometimes. And really beautiful.
So yeah… this Monsters Inc. cake was a special one.💚
Very, very special.
Happy 1st Birthday sweet boy! From one boujee baby family to another, we’re so glad we found y’all.
So again, thank you Maegan Coker! You have NO clue how much your order(s) have meant to our family, in multiple ways. We are so very grateful for y’all!💓✨
Made with love, right here in Ragley, Louisiana.🤍
**cookies not made by me but I LOVEEEE them!😍**
