Our girl was busy this afternoon making oreo cake pops for her friend's birthday tonight. *Happy Birthday Callie!* Several of them were getting together in a roof garden under the stars to celebrate. They make me wish I was young again, spending summer nights with my friends on a terraced roof high above the city streets. She didn't stay out too late; came home by midnight. She has both her jobs tomorrow. Her summer has been all about work and play, a good mix of both, seeing friends from all her different circles. She spent yesterday in New Jersey with one of her suite mates from college, a young woman she'll share a suite with again this year. They lounged around a pool and caught fireworks come evening. When she came home at almost 10 pm, it was to dress and rush back out to another friend's birthday gathering in Soho. Now, after her very social weekend, seeing college friends, high school friends, and middle school friends, she's all wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching her latest series on Project Free TV as I sit here tapping away. The AC is on high, and my husband is snoring gently in the next room. There is a lovely air in here. We talk in short bursts, but are mostly quiet, absorbed in our separate pursuits. It's companionable and sweet, a perfect bubble, my girl and me.
I never could make decent cake pops and find them maddening -- clearly your girl has it down!
ReplyDeleteThose cake pops looks good! I love the way you describe the moments with your.
ReplyDeleteI love those perfect bubbles. They shimmer and shine. They are as delicious and delicate as cake pops.
ReplyDeleteThose summers are all the more perfect looking back. I never heard of cake pops, I'll have to look them up.
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