Cake

I have just arrived home, to the chaos that is our apartment.  I am bombarded by tales of weekend drama and stressful amounts of assignments when Splat! There goes the birthday cake.
Sometimes, when we're surrounded and overwhelmed by life, things just go splat on the floor.  So, just pick yourself up; you are still what you were before you fell, just a little changed.  With change comes growth.  Maybe not for that cake, but I know I'm growing and learning and loving.