"Will you make angel food cake?" Heidi asked me this afternoon on her way out of school to meet her trainer.
Looking up from my computer I sighed, and with a trace of a scowl told her I would see what I could do. "It's not a quick thing," I said dismissively.
She nodded understandingly and waved. "No worries. See you at home."
We were talking about our dinner plans. Today is her dad's birthday, the first since we lost him in November. Our tradition is to remember our loved ones on their birthdays by celebrating with a meal they would have relished. We had already agreed on lasagna, but I hadn't even considered a dessert. Even so, I knew that angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream was Gary's favorite.
As soon as she was gone I realized what a jerk I was being. Later at the grocery store, I looked for a cake in the bakery without luck. There was nothing in the freezer section, either. Finally, I hit upon the notion of a cake mix and rolling my cart down the aisle plucked the last box of angel food from the shelf.
"You really didn't have to do that," Heidi said graciously when she got home and saw the cupcakes cooling on the counter.
Oh, but I did. Happy Birthday, Gary.
Life Lesson: Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you" ~Bryan Ferry "The Way You Look Tonight"
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