This day was made with buttercream frosting, flushed cheeks, children’s feet pounding on the upstairs floorboards, my son’s disconnected concentration and fascination with newly gifted things, the smells that I create with candles and onions and peppers and coffee. With being a mother and a wife, always so shocked to be a grown-up.

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