If I Die Young...

and any of my kids ever doubt my love for them, PLEASE show them the cakes I made for them.
Remind them of the hours I spent doing things like putting a likeness of the cat I hate on top of Mackenzie's birthday cake.
Because...when you love your kids, personal taste, time spent, pain incurred, and sleep lost are nothing compared to the moment their eyes light up and they say things like, "Oh wow Mom! That is the coolest cake ever!"