One of my students, Miss M, turned five last week. Since we were going to be in Arizona visiting family, we had a special pre-birthday cupcaking session, complete with the beautiful buttercream frosting that makes my mini-chefs swoon. Five year-olds are so sweet, so bittersweet. Their imaginations are soaring, and they still haven’t lost that je ne sais quoi of wonderment that comes with growing up just a little bit more.
As I write this post, my sister-in-law Suzanne lies in a hospital at the very end of her life, slipping into a coma and then slipping back here for bit, cancer taking her. My heart is with her, wishing her awareness of all the love that is coming her way and freedom from pain. My heart is with her husband and her two boys who must be undergoing such a journey of their own right now.
Instead of writing a recipe today, I would like to leave you with the images above.
Can you remember that feeling of living in the moment that you had as a small child? Each moment is a treasure.
