June 14, 2025: The Bold Celebration

What was I walking into?

Years ago, my family got invited to a party. Not a birthday bash, cookout, or even a graduation.

A next-door neighbor mom threw a get-together to celebrate... the end of her breastfeeding.

Since we were good friends with her, I knew we’d be going. But it felt a little awkward. Hand me a Happy Birthday cupcake and I’m your guy, but toss me into a weaning party, and my brain freezes.

What do I say? A simple “Congratulations” or a “You did it”?

You see? Aaaawwwkwaaard.

When we arrived, it was full-tilt. Streamers and balloons everywhere.

And on the kitchen table, centered like the crown jewel of the kingdom, as if a spotlight illuminated it, sat a massive Boob Cake.

Frosted. Perky. Proud.

The gathering, however, turned out to be incredible, especially witnessing a special moment between a mother and daughter.

Saying the right words didn’t even matter. Just being there meant more than enough.

That came to mind as we hung out tonight with friends at a luau party. Jess and I dressed in tropical attire, leis around our necks, while performers from a tiny Pacific island sang and danced.

So here’s my philosophy:

Life is short.
Find things to celebrate, just for the heck of it.
Who cares?
Laugh.
Bake a cake.

And remember, if the cake’s got nipples, you’re in for a good time.