My husband came home from office and brought me a birthday cake (albeit a day late, but whatever I love it!).

It was just a humble black forest cake bought from a bakery shop nearby, but it was the best one that I have ever had because my husband bought it. It wasn’t a cake that was bought because of a company culture to appreciate the employees, it was not a cake that a group of friends bought together, no.

And it was Friday night.

The kids were exhausted because they had just finished a bunch of homework and skipped the afternoon nap, but also at the same time they were excited because it was the weekend and they did not have school the following day. We had dinner as usual and then we ate the cake together. Afterwards we had what I spontaneously called a sleep over at Dza’s bedroom.

It was perfect. Alhamdulillah.