This morning I was struck by you , little Lily. After you had put your clothes on and showed up for some breakfast, I just couldn’t believe it, you had grown up some how. It was just plain as day.
I teared up, though did a great job of holding back and asked if I could take your picture, you said sure.
You used to mug at the camera, but not today.
I know it happens, and I know it is all good, but I cant stop thinking about it. Lily, you are indeed the apple of my eye, but you are no longer little Lily.
With love and admiration,
There has been a long history of Luke cooking his own concoctions in our kitchen. It started so many years ago when we literally found him all alone in the kitchen, knee deep in flour and eggs. Low and behold a cake he had indeed made! We gratefully donated it to a friends birthday celebration.
Cut to about two weeks ago when Lily decided to start her own baking creations. “Can I make a cake?”
This has turned now into a routine activity.
We even had Luke and Lily cakes for desert the other night. Mom and I were very full and opted for just a bite or two, but Luke dutifully ate quite a slice, god bless him.
Today’s seminar took on a feverish pace, with a constant checking and Re-checking of levels of sweetness and a very specific attention paid what the other baker was doing and adding. Your adding chocolate?, I’m gonna add chocolate!
It all reminds me of this bugs bunny clip so much I can’t help but post it, so you can better understand the intensity of the whole affair.
I sat and watched as the amount of cleanup grew, and grew and grew. I thought fast, because what I was expecting was “I’m done” and a speedy exit. So before that happened I made some new house rules about the baking show.
Counter top needs to be be exactly as how you found it.
Cakes were finished, some looked better than others, life goes on until the next episode of:
The Luke and Lily Cooking Show!
Just in case you were wondering, this is called “rocketship”
Heard from the back seat of the minivan, my beloved minivan.
Lily: “Daddy, are there different shaped moons or is there just one moon and it can make different shapes?” (phases)
Dad: “One moon Lily”
Lily: “I’m just saying, if Alaska was right next to California, would they see two different moons or the same moon?”
Dad: “Same moon Lily”