It all starts tomorrow. Backpacks are stuffed and waiting by the door.
I smell pencil shavings from the sharpener and the sweet rubber of erasers.
I start tomorrow, too. I’ve copied my syllabus and readied my attendance sheets.
Everything’s ready, but we don’t quite feel ready.
My youngest decides that in addition to a back-to-school dinner (taco soup in the crockpot), we need a cake.
A cake will get us ready!
Why not?
Once frosted, we put it in the center of the table. We’ll have a special dessert for this last evening of summer. We’ll sigh, hold hands, and pray.
It all starts tomorrow, so we made cake.
Cake is SO good. Long ago, recovering from radiation therapy, I craved cake: chocolate with chocolate frosting. Previously, I wasn't a cake aficionado, and for my birthdays, my cakes were always white but…aunts sent me cakes from the city; my mom bought me any one I wanted. Frozen, fresh, it was the best thing for a short while. Yes, eat cake!
Lovely!
I have long believed that a slice of freshly-baked cake is a good solution to many problems . . . ;o)