Boston cream pie.

Boston cream pie every year. That is what birthday's are to me. Yellow cake, pudding, and chocolate icing. A box, eggs, oil, a mixer, pan, and an oven. A little girl and a birthday. A little girl making a cake on her birthday for herself. That is what a birthday was for years. Then it became nothing at all. No box cake mix left on the counter. Not so much as a note or a call. Oh well. I am very happy to hear you made and mailed cookies out for someone else's birthday last month. Thank you for telling me that.