In September ten years ago, Chandler turned eleven. We celebrated at the Outback in Downtown Savannah.
Anytime I'm tempted to believe the accusations that I didn't try hard enough to make us all a family- I think about this season of resurrection- where they had been dead to us and suddenly we were re-building bridges of communication, inviting them to celebrations.
But it isn't something I linger on any longer.
The cakes weren't always works of art.
Sometimes, they weren't even as tasty as a homemade cake should be (see:Dora The Explorer Cake, Year 2 for Logan - made in our microwave because the oven was broke)
But they were always my way of saying "I hope your wishes come true."
