you won't have to go to therapy or Weight Watchers or to that little place with the psychic in the west village; you can bury yourself in the chocolate, and the people around you--the people who have never hurt you, who have only loved you--will clap and snap photographs; they'll sing you a song, and you, you delighted little beast of a human, will keep eating because you have made it; you have made it to one (to one!), and you need all the chocolate you can get to make it another 99 years!
Monday, June 4, 2007
Let them eat cake!
This is Addison Maxine. She is my (very sweet and funny) god daughter. Last week she turned one. Imagine being one! Imagine the cake! Imagine burying your face into the cake, and your fingers; imagine going deeper and deeper into it and not knowing that this is exactly what you are supposed to be doing, that this cake is all for you, that no one will say no or slap your hand;
you won't have to go to therapy or Weight Watchers or to that little place with the psychic in the west village; you can bury yourself in the chocolate, and the people around you--the people who have never hurt you, who have only loved you--will clap and snap photographs; they'll sing you a song, and you, you delighted little beast of a human, will keep eating because you have made it; you have made it to one (to one!), and you need all the chocolate you can get to make it another 99 years!
you won't have to go to therapy or Weight Watchers or to that little place with the psychic in the west village; you can bury yourself in the chocolate, and the people around you--the people who have never hurt you, who have only loved you--will clap and snap photographs; they'll sing you a song, and you, you delighted little beast of a human, will keep eating because you have made it; you have made it to one (to one!), and you need all the chocolate you can get to make it another 99 years!
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i feel like i do this on a fairly regular basis.... maybe that's why i DID join weight watchers, and why i probably DO need therapy. but, oh, CAKES... how i love them:)
I must say you really have the cutest God daughter I've ever seen!
Beautiful, right? Looks just like her mama!
What a joy to be on the other side of that lens, wondering what the next 99 years will hold for your beloved baby who has unbelievably made it to 365 days, despite your blunders. To imagine with each bit of chocolate gobbled down another birthday that will bring the same joy and heartbreak, fear and utter elation that comes with being a parent to a baby eating chocolate cake for the first time.
O Holl, ain't it the truth?
You'll see, some day not too too far away, You'll see . . .
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