so it really makes me wonder,
that even though being a big girl now,
and all these years...
licking off the batter of the cake from the beaters,
is always the best[est] part of baking a cake.
i now have a yummy banana nut loaf in the kitchen
and there's a photograph of older days in my mind.
me standing on the stool, leaning over the kitchen counter,
watching my mother bake a cake.
i think the next time i go home,
that's a photograph i have to find once again.
for some reason, it's one of the pictures through out all the years,
that literally photographed its memory into my mind.
it's late. and i think i'm on my way to bed.
but at this moment,
i'm very much having a "miss you mom" moment.
wondering if eating another slice of cake is going to help?