Yes, she’s adorable. My happy little Chloe at 9 months old. Today she turns 20 years old- something unfathomable to me back when I was trying to make her smile for this picture. Then, I had all the time in the world, and the first steps (hers at 9 months, 3 weeks!), and the first words, and the first foods, were all going to last, if not forever, for a very long time. Not so. Because as any parent will agree, it all goes so very, very, fast.
It’s a joy to see her continue to grow- to listen as she discusses new ideas and visions and dreams and plans. I don’t make the mistake any more of thinking that this will last for any longer than the blink of an eye. I know in 3 short years she’ll graduate college and move on to make her dreams come true. I am so excited for her, and so honored to be her mama.
That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t give a lot to go back in time for just a moment or two to pick up this precious baby and feel her strong little arms around me and make her laugh and teach her a new word. Who am I kidding- a few moments would never be enough. Yet not for a single moment would I give up the beautiful and good woman she has become. I sent her a text moments ago, commemorating the minute she was born, because that minute changed me and my life irrevocably and phenomenally. What a blessing she is.
If you didn’t know this by now, let me tell you that in times of emotion and celebration, I make cake. Chloe’s birthday cake today came from the pages of the Cake Bible, a book I can’t recommend enough for those wanting to learn how to make a delicious cake each and every time. Chloe’s request was for a “yellow cake with chocolate frosting” so of course that is what I made.
Six egg yolks, lots of butter, cake flour, sugar, and careful assembly. The frosting was simply melting chocolate and blending in heavy cream. The entire cake listed to the side, but as Chloe pointed out, hers always do, for some reason. It still tasted delicious! Her brother grilled hamburgers for the meatarians, and portobello mushrooms for the rest of us, as well as salmon with pesto made with basil from our garden. He grilled pineapple and zucchini, and corn on the cob.We had mashed potatoes and salad and homemade lemonade. We laughed and ate and drank and celebrated beautiful Chloe.
This is my girl, just a few short weeks ago. I look at this, and see her courage and her adventurous spirit and I tell her to please get down. She’s already done things I’ll never do, and I couldn’t be more proud.