I should have known. I only read it four, five hundred times myself. This wasn’t the first time for her either. Tears. Mournful, tender tears.
I patted her back, pulled her on my lap. Put my face to hers.
“I know”, I said, “It’s always so sad when Charlotte dies. She was a good friend”.
Blasted books. The best ones get us every time.
Magnolia Bakery’s Devil’s Food Cake Recipe
Chocolate Ganache and out of season and very $$$ strawberries.
A little friend in matching birthday pyjamas.
The birthday girl at nine.
I have one word for Sunday…..joyous.
emily was nine yesterday. she had her ears pierced today. grandmom stood and held her hand. we will party tomorrow. just family, at her request. a friend to go swimming with soon. she has flowers. it is important that each of my girls have flowers on their birthday. i’m not sure why. i hijacked them to photograph. now they sit on the table, waiting.
i made the cake from scratch. sometimes from scratch is important. like at birthdays. but they are trouble. chocolate melting on the stove. egg yolks beaten in one bowl. milk coming to room temperature. all at once. did a speck of the water from the bottom of the bowl sneak in and ruin it all? will it stick, i had no wax paper?
chicken salad to make. and fruit kebabs. tablecloth to wash. floors to sweep. presents to wrap.
why are weekends only two days? birthdays should allow a four, five day weekend.
birthdays are special.
“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”
~Elwyn Brooks White, Essays of E.B. White
who takes care of mama, when mama gets sick?
annabelle was three months old when i got her, the same time i got married.
thirteen years old this year, she outlasted the husband.
she is a good friend.