
The tree peony is blooming, right on schedule. It was blooming the day he was born.

Almost every year I have baked him a cake. I made a dinosaur cake when he was five, a wild west cake when he was six, a space cake when he was seven… One year he said he wanted a cake from Safeway and it almost broke my heart. He got over that phase pretty quickly (my cakes really do taste better). He discovered and fell in love with tiramisu when he was twelve or so. Since it is kind of a pain to make, I only ever made it for his birthday and it became a tradition. It seems strange to not be gathering the ingredients for it. It feels a little melancholy when these little traditions get edged out of our lives.


Last year I visited him in China for his birthday. He didn’t have an oven so it was a store bought cake again. Shared with his friends in a hot pot restaurant.
Hard to believe that my little five pound peanut is six feet tall! I miss him.
Life! Looking at your photos makes me want to slow down time for awhile. Children are so unfair, they grow too fast 😉
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They do. I don’t feel like I am very different but when I see my son it really makes me realize how much time has passed. Enjoy your children!
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