There's something about a slice of vanilla confetti cake that feels like a secret from childhood. You take that first bite, and there’s that little burst of sweetness and nostalgia—like a reunion with your younger self, the one who believed sprinkles made everything better. Suddenly, you’re 6 years old again, sprawled out on the floor with frosting on your face and no worries beyond whether you’ll get the last piece.
It’s in the way those colorful sprinkles catch the light, like a tiny rebellion against the grown-up world. And maybe that’s the point: that happiness doesn’t always have to be big or complicated. Sometimes, it's about finding joy in the small, familiar moments— like when your favorite song comes on the radio, or an inside joke between you and your best friend. It’s the kind of sweetness that takes you back to a time when everything was simpler, and the world felt a little less heavy. It’s a reminder that even in the midst of all the things we have to do, the heaviness we carry around in our hearts, and the grief we have for all the injustice in the world, there’s still room for the kind of joy that only comes from a small, perfectly imperfect moment.
Maybe it’s silly, but to me a slice of confetti cake is not just a dessert, it’s a reminder that even on the busiest days and the darkest nights, there’s room for a little magic and frosting on your fingertips. Keep looking for the “glimmers” folks.