Sometimes you promise your buddy boy a shark birthday party, but then you have a lot going on, and don't actually plan a shark party. Then you decide at very least you can make a shark cake, and then he sees the cake and shouts, "TODAY IS MY SHARK PARTY?!" And starts detailing all the things you talked about, that you didn't realize he was old enough to REALLY comprehend...🤷♀️ And then you start sobbing because you feel like the worst mom ever because birthday parties are the ONE THING you do. 😭 Then you pull yourself together, skip church, and create a shark party, AND it becomes one of the best and most fun days of your life. 🦈 Because it turns out the reason I started throwing parties is because I LOVE IT. And when there's no cameras or pressure, and things don't need to be picture perfect, it's a PERFECT PARTY. Because his face, guys HIS FACE. Plus, not everyone owns shark costumes and cardboard waves BUT GUESS WHO DOES?! THIS GIRL. Anyway. The whole point of this is sometimes you need to skip church and make shark cakes--and suck at life so you can rock at life. And also, the universe has your back--and shark costumes.