I suddenly got the thought in any head the other night, little sweetheart, to make a white cake. It struck me that even though I very much like a nice white cake with white icing, that I’d never actually made one myself. I had to read about it. You need to separate the yolks - I’d never done that. It came out pretty good, tho!
It’s so funny to think that I barely did any cooking, really, before you brought me into your life. I remember you eyeing my kitchen for supplies, then making a list and taking us to Bed, Bath & Beyond to kit everything out. It’s funny because I cook all the time now! I started of course because I so loved cooking for you. But I continue whenever I’m out visiting and parents and all the time when Sylvia is here and even really just for myself.
Making a cake always makes me think of you, of course, little sweetheart and as I was I also remembered how much you liked those little vanilla sandwich cookies - I think they call them “cameos”.
Sometimes, little sweetheart, I think there was and is a part of you that was always preparing me for everything I’d have to go through until we got to be in The Forever. Things I need, you showed me, you gave me the tools to do them - how to be good to myself and how to work, the work itself, too. Like a thousand other gifts, this was something you put into my hands when you took me into your life and heart. I’m so grateful for you, little sweetheart. Forever I am.
