“There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.”
-Sarah Addison Allen
Yesterday was a toughie. Sweet P started school (again) and it marked six months since we’ve been home from our socialization trip back in February/March. And the mega-kicker? Our babe’s paperwork is still in the same spot it was the last time I blogged about it on June 30th. :-/ All that to say, September 7th wasn’t my best day. #UglyCryinInDaHouse
Luckily, I’ve got Jesus and leftover Chocolate Italian Love Cake. I know know know God’s got this, and that Sweet P will come home, but man are some days hard. That cake on the other hand: easy peasy! It’s so moist and the Cool Whip “frosting” keeps it from tasting too rich. And the ricotta cheese/eggs/vanilla extract/sugar layer that you pour on top of the chocolate cake layer before you bake it that somehow ends up on the bottom when you pull it out of the oven? Mind blowing for this novice baker.
Off to pray and eat a piece…or two. 😉