She is three. She remembered quite vividly her Mickey Mouse birthday cake from last year and wanted one again. She talked about it repeatedly when her birthday was mentioned and potential presents she might like discussed with her. "And a Mickey Mouse cake!" she would say to her mother after requesting a farm.
It was a low key joint gathering for her and her seven year old sister's birthdays, just a family barbecue and a chance to blow out candles and make a fuss of them. I'm always fascinated by childhood memories, and what we remember, what we forget from our earliest memories. Why those particular memories? My earliest memories seem such random insignificant moments to have imprinted more than any others.
She will likely not remember this day or her funny demands for a Mickey Mouse cake and the five pieces of it she ate gleefully when she's grown up. But we will.