I don’t like the title of this post. It’s the first thing that came to mind, but it makes this all about me and it’s not. My attempt to bake this amazing cake of my aunt’s for the second time either proves that I’m a perfectionist at heart or a glutton for punishment. This…
nowhere to hide
When you are born with cheeks like my girls, you can tell you are smiling from behind. As for her great grandfather – well, it’s pretty obvious there as well. I hope you all had a weekend full of extra beaming.
this day
I’m not one to attach a lot of sentimentality to a particular day. I don’t have huge expectations that a certain holiday must go absolutely smoothly in order for it to feel like a success. I’m happy to celebrate a birthday a few days later with a quiet dinner if it’s more convenient. The lesser…