The sky is flat and gray and skims the trees like a low-hanging roof. After sheets of rain flattened us earlier, we and the nearly-finished gardens wait for more rain, and seeds yet unsown sit piled on the dining room table.
The almost comical regret and sorrow I felt yesterday centered around a lack of flaked coconut in the cupboards. Today would be a perfect day to warm the house by making a German chocolate cake, but just like last year, we have no flaked coconut in the house. Unlike past years, we won't settle for making a spice cake, instead.
The Reason for cake-making on June 8th has flown.
We miss you, Dad.
Happy birthday.
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He's been on my mind all day, too. Love you, sister. (And I think I might steal that picture.)
You and your family remain ever so deep within my heart, my thoughts and my prayers.
I wonder at how he must be celebrating his birthday today... it's a glorious thought. And he is living it.
((hugs)) I am praying for you all.
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