Growing up, I used to watch my Mom bake and always looked forward to the special times she would whip up a lemon cake, “Grandma’s Madelines”, baked apple crumb, high-heeled cupcakes and so much more. I loved being able to watch her and as I got older, help her in the kitchen. I made some boring cakes or cupcakes here and there but it didn’t excite me. 2020 has taught me to slow down again and trul
y appreciate time. To do the things that bring passion to my soul. To reignite that joy from my childhood. I slowly started building back up my bakeware and accessories and began experimenting, using my family and friends as my guinea pigs. I now have my own personal signature buttercream frosting that is my favorite to use on top of cupcakes! In the end of June, 2020, my Mother at 66 years young, passed away. She spent 4 months in nursing homes, rehab centers and hospitals, fighting the hardest she’s ever fought. In the beginning, it wasn’t so bad - Covid wasn’t making the world stop, so we were able to sit with her and hug her. I started bringing in my cupcakes and cookies for the staff and for Mom and her roommate. The staff always begged me for more, and I happily obliged their requests. It gave me a sense of purpose... I was taking care of them so they could take care of my Mom. But then came the lockdowns. For 3 full months, I had to talk to my Mom through a window. We thought she would make a full recovery, as she originally went in due to torn tendons and ligaments in her knee. But God had other plans. He needed her more in Heaven than he did on Earth. Every step she took forward, was met by two giant steps back. Her body ultimately failed her. Her departure left a huge hole in my heart that I’m not sure time will ever heal. But before she left, she told me I should “think about adding another hat to my already overwhelmingly busy life”, after seeing pictures of all the baking I had been doing. She told me how proud she was of me, and that she knew I would succeed if I went for it. So, here I am... going for it. I’m not sure how far I want to take it, but I do know that right now this is the right path for me. I’ve always tried to do and find what sets my soul on fire - and at this moment in time, this is it. I lose myself within baking, in the best way possible. My anxiety disappears, my stresses melt away and I’m able to focus on one single thing - creating tasty treats. And now, when I pray to Mom and to God, I know they’re looking down, smiling, knowing I’m where I’m supposed to be on my journey through this crazy life. 🧁🤍
