Rebel Diamonds

This has been a long week. I have a cold and swimmers ear. Nasty, I know. But I got some baking in:

The recipe is Blueberry Boy Bait. I love this recipe. I love it so very much, it will be made as often as there is fresh blueberries. My hubanero and lil’monster had a little death match over it. Forcing me to promise to make more this weekend. There is something so amazing, and incredible about cooking/baking for my family. It fills me with a joy and satisfaction that is indescribable. Especially when it’s something that they love and enjoy so much. Watching their reactions the first time they ate this is somethin I won’t forget for a long time. And neither will huband’s waist band.

There are things about being a mother that fill me with wonder. Like, how does she see the world? Why does she enjoy the things she does? How does she decide she likes them? Sometimes, I just watch lil’G. I watch her and I wonder. What’s going through her mind? Do I really want to know? (More often than not, the answer is a definite “No.”) I want to keep her like this always. Naive and innocent and full of wonder. I want to keep her safe from everything that will hurt her. But I know that I can’t. No one is capable of that. And even if I could, would I really want to? How would she know true joy without the pain?

Right now, I really am listening to a mix of things. Brandon Heath, Chasen, Robby Seay Band, Paolo Nutini, Shakira…..oh! And Sondre Lerche! How could I forget him?! He is simply divine.