Here is the cake my boys made for me: strawberry surprise. Jonathan gave me the gift of time, and I lay upstairs in my bed, surrounded by books, goddess tarot cards, my journal and my gifts. I lay there doing NOTHING while I listened to Jonathan and the boys rattling around in the kitchen. Then I closed my eyes and just smelled the cooking cake wafting up the stairs. YUMMMMM. The boys ran up occasionally with a spoonful of batter to taste, and a report on the state of the cake. When it was out of the oven, freshly iced, dripping and warm, they came to get me and we all sat in the nook and ate soft, moist, still-warm strawberry cake with giant glasses of cold milk. Heaven!!! We ate half the cake. I was so happy.
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