Daddy turned eighty-four yesterday, so we baked a basic buttermilk cake and frosted it with ganache icing, knowing how much "Granddaddy loves chocolate".
We drove the one and one-half hour on the interstate with Mr. Putter riding in the crate in the back of the car. To celebrate life.
Our times are treasured with them, regardless of the realities of the giants in their lives that become even larger giants in ours on an almost weekly basis.
Nothing is easy about this road.
Sepia highlights it beautifully.
