Growing up my mom always made this cake. It is something that her mother always made.
Just the thought of it makes my heart and mind slow down.
In the mist of what is sometimes chaos I want to take the time to savor simple moments. I don't want this summer to be remembered as crazy. I want memories of time in the kitchen, continuing a tradition, stealing a moment to laugh and love.
After lunch Megan went to swim with her cousin and the boys took naps. I feel like I have been doubly blessed today. Sweet memories making the cake and sweet memories enjoying it. The heat and humidity are gone and it is a pleasant 75*. Cool enough to actually enjoy a mug tea with my cake. Awww... bliss!
May your day filled with joy and contentment!