Lemon Curd Cake..gluten-free, of course...right after the candles have been blown out!
Today is my daughter's birthday!
Astonished, I ask myself, "Where did the time go?"
She was born only a few years ago, wasn't she?
I cannot believe that she is a grown woman with grown-up children.
I know in my head that she's an extremely accomplished woman, a woman who is also a published writer, a mother of five glorious children, a delicious human being who makes the world brighter and better just by her presence.
The problem is that in my heart, I still see her as a newborn with her perfect rosebud mouth, her peaches and cream complexion. Right around the corner, I can see the 2 year old with the strong streak of independence running through her little heart and soul..."...an independent little stick," as her Grandma English commented, on more than one occasion.
Then, there's the awesome pre-adolescent that she grew into, with her deep, abiding love of animals...her cat Simon, her horse Pebbles, her brother's cocker spaniel, Lady. This young about-to-be-teenager wore her Brownie uniform with pride, built a tree house with her father and her brother, stood up to her mother with dignity and hung out with her baby brother, her best friend.
Speeding towards the angst of the teen years, this lovely soul developed her strong and independent character even more. It was nothing for us to have a piss-whistler of a mother-daughter blow-up on a weekly basis. Even so, I adored her and I was infinitely proud of her, every single second.
She took great care to wear her blonde hair in a long layered Farrah Fawcett look-alike cut. She also took pains to dress in the latest fashions of the '80's even though we lived on this single mom's tiny paycheque and her steady babysitting jobs. Her wardrobe was highlighted with a startlingly beautiful silver bomber jacket, a figure-hugging denim pit-suit and innumerable message T-shirts...most of those messages inappropriate, in my opinion, of course! That may be why she chose them, do you think?
Tonight, I sat across the dining room table from her, while both of us talked, laughed and cried. Occasionally, we looked at each other and pointed to our forearms when we both felt the hair stand up. While we talked in unison about some deep and thoughtful family matters, we were in sync to the point that it became eerie, in a good way.
Tonight, I spent some very lovely hours with this warm and tender-hearted woman who, astonishingly, is my daughter, so very beautifully grown up.
Tonight was a blessing for me.
I hope, in my heart, it was also for her.
Happy birthday, my precious child, happy birthday.
"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a woman's words when she talks to her daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself." ~ John Gregory Brown
After the party's over...my granddarling blows into their ginger cat Oscar's face, while my daughter shows me his ear tattoo...