The upside of being home with 2 other generations of my family is that every once in a while one of those Kodak moments comes along that overshadows the whole embarrassment of being 31, broke, and perpetually single. Today my mom and I decided to tackle cupcakes. These are the super fancy, more work than they are really worth type cupcakes. We are planning a 95th birthday party for my gram in a few months so I figured if I'm making cupcakes for the event I should try it out first to make sure they don't end up a sloppy mess.
So, for the last few hours we have been a pair of sticky fingered bakers with neon icing. I made ones that looked like pies and apples (practicing for gram's party ones) and mom make hot pink and cookie monster blue monstrousities. It was a great night and the laughing at our stained fingers and the dog running around with the dropped cupcake made the stress of work melt away.
It makes me sad when I think that my mom will be gone way too soon. She is terminally ill and when it was first discovered we were told it would be a miracle for her to survive 6 days. It's been 7 years since I sat in the hospital listening to the doctor tell me that horrible news while my mom lay in a coma. I'll get into more detail about that in another post. For now I want to smile, etch this night in my memory, and be thankful for those 7 years of miracles and cupcake making.
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