Welcome to a Jemma Tale.
Some days I just elect to step away from the news, call me a candy cane universe loving woman or a head in the sand escapist. Either way more often than not there are woven stories of crime on too many neighborhood corners and tales of discontent. So in this fragile world that teeters in a precarious balance from minute to minute I am delighted to share with you that this week I have been witness to the power of a traveling Birthday cake.
Traveling 1,200 miles with a Birthday bundt cake is an interesting journey. I really didn’t think much of it at all when I picked the cake up on Saturday, took it home and put it in the freezer for my flight on Monday morning. Traditionally I deliver a Birthday bundt cake to my youngest daughter. However it was typically just a four hour drive. Now it was 1,200 mile by plane ride not including the hour drive to and from the airport on both ends.
I mean how could I ever turn down a request like that…. although honestly I did question her this year! Oh but the melting heart of a parent..if you are one and reading this you know what I am speaking about!
Oh and just look at the smiles from them all, daughter and granddaughters…
I thought that I had the logistics of carrying the Birthday cake, my computer and purse on the plane all figured out. I would carry my computer on one arm and my purse and cake together in a separate canvas bag on the other but… “the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” The morning of the flight the cake wouldn’t fit in the bag I had planned to use, in fact it would not fit in any bag I had, rats. The box it seemed to be too square, if that is even a possibility!
Right arm held the computer bag, left my purse and together they supported the Birthday cake across my chest. Of course I was not TSA approved, so shoes came off, computer came out of it’s case, cake took a ride too in the blue plastic tub on the wobbling black conveyor belt into the x-ray machine. As if the x-ray machine wasn’t enough to detect any suspicious frosting the cake had to be unpackaged and inspected too.
I know seriously right…but hold on!
By this point the traveling Birthday cake began to take on a life of it’s own and the other travelers who were waiting in lines, as well as TSA began to engage myself and each another in friendly conversations. My daughter who was unknown to all of these people was wished a very Happy Birthday and best of all TSA didn’t keep the cake!
It was really heartwarming to see all of these folks interacting.
It seemed as though the Birthday became a catalyst for conversation, good will, and harmony. People actually engaged one another and even looked up from their cell phones! The power of the traveling Birthday cake extended onto the plane and transcended to the pilot and flight attendants. Fellow passengers reminded me not to forget the Birthday cake-as the Flight Attendants had put the cake in a special compartment so as not to get jarred.
I am beginning to wonder if we all began flying with cakes what a wonderful world we might have.
A Happy Tale for you to begin the Holiday season!