Good things

“You should take a picture of this for your blog,” my father suggested.
“I only blog about good things,” I protested.
“But these are the remains of something good,” he stated.
He was right.
It was good.

Also good: leaving the dishes for the next morning (so tired!), and a girl that had to return to her own home, staying a bit longer to help me clean up. 

Memory lane

Yesterday:

“Can you help me make the things you used to make when we were little?” she asked, when we talked about her upcoming birthday and wondered what to serve her guests.
Um, yes!
Cooking and baking with my now grown-up babygirl, reviving good memories. How fun is that?
Lots of fun, I tell you.

It was fun

… and this is the only picture I took on both evenings. I simply forgot my camera after that. Oh well, I guess that only proves that I had a really, really good time…