Where is That Cookie?

So, I'd like to explain the title of my blog. The other evening after dinner, Noah wanted dessert. My mom had brought over this amazing cake and a plate of cookies. I asked Noah which he wanted, and he said he wanted both (clearly, he is of my genes). I served him his cake and was on my way to dishing out his cookie, when he looked at his bowl of cake and said in his most shocked voice, "Hey, where is that cookie?" I laughed heartily at his cry for better service around this place, but I started thinking about how often I'm still looking for the cookie, even when I have this AMAZING piece of cake right in front of me. Here's my blog of appreciation for ALL the cake in my life...