Moments of happy...
1. Playtime with Puppy. She is a blur when she plays. Her toy fox doesn't stand a chance. And neither do we. We are quite smitten with her.
2. Carnations for Emma. She saw them while we were doing our weekly shopping, immediately drawn to their colors and fragrance. She didn't know what they were called, and I realized that I hadn't bought any that she would remember. It's a shame carnations get such a bad rap. Sure, they're cheap, but in the right colors I think they look frilly and ruffly and girly, and I really do like the smell. I have a memory of my Papa wearing a carnation in the lapel of his suit coat. Papa was a preacher, and I don't know if he wore that carnation for a wedding or a funeral or just because it was Sunday, but I have this sweet memory nonetheless.
3. We got a grill. No self-respecting Texan should EVER go ten months without owning a grill. I know this from experience. We left our grill back in Texas and waited to purchase one until we knew for sure where we would live. Then it started getting cold, and the snow piled up. A couple of weeks ago, we just couldn't take it anymore. "I want a cheeseburger!!!" Next thing you know, we are out on the deck in 40 degree temperatures grilling hamburgers and asparagus. The neighbors probably think we're crazy, but it was so worth it. Emma surprised everyone at the dinner table when, after taking a couple of bites, she raised her glass of Coca-Cola and said, "I'd like to announce a toast to tonight's dinner." It was that good.
4. Dinner and a movie with the birthday boys. John and Joel, born almost exactly 30 years apart. We celebrated by going to our favorite place in Steamboat to get a burger (I told you we wanted cheeseburgers.), The Rusted Porch. Wonderful food and wonderful times. I love our little family. After dinner we went across the street to the theater to see The Lego Movie. Loved Will Farrell, and loved the movie. Am I the only one who had "Everything Is Awesome" running through her head for a solid week after seeing it?
5. That cake. Oh, that cake. Major altitude issues. *sigh* Joel wanted a Red Velvet Cake for his birthday. It didn't work. Perfectly moist. Perfectly crumbly. Perfectly imperfect. You can see what happened when I tried to frost it. Y'all, that would have been the PERFECT cake to make cake balls with. Why, oh why, don't I think of these things in the moment? It's only a Moment of Happy, because I'm laughing now. Not so much then, but Joel is the absolute sweetest, and he hugged me and thanked me for his cake. Besides, there's not a person in this house who would turn down a piece of Red Velvet Cake (so long as it's moist), crumbly or not. And it did taste good.
John requested a German Chocolate Cake. After my mishap with Joel's cake, I was a bit gunshy. I'm researching. That was two weeks ago. Between puppy duty, house-breaking, extra laundry, homeschooling, and lack of sleep, I still totally owe John a birthday cake. Just keepin' it real.
"The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything."