This past Monday, Labor Day, was my oldest son’s 17th birthday. The calendar worked out perfectly this year, because he really was born on Labor Day 17 years ago. We spent the day celebrating with friends on an island in the middle of one of the most beautiful lakes in the area. Picnicking, boating, tubing, and rock jumping for the older kids and teens. The weather was gorgeous, the company fantastic, and the food made all the better because it was shared with friends. It was a Very Good Day!
Tomorrow is my oldest daughter’s 21st birthday. 21 years! My how time flies! She’s about 2,000 miles away, so we won’t be able to celebrate together this year. I thought about baking a cake anyway. Just because. Perhaps I should re-create her 16th birthday cake – a triple layer turtle cheesecake that took 4 or 5 bowls to make, most of an afternoon, and was absolutely worth it! On second thought, I’d better not. She’d never forgive me for making it when she isn’t here to enjoy it.