Maybe when he’s 16 I won’t care?

How long before he doesn’t want to sing a bedtime song?
How long before he doesn’t want a story?
How long before he doesn’t beg for cuddles, refuses my kisses, and pulls back from my hugs?

How long before those clear blue eyes deepen into a person who slips out of my life and into his own?


Will was thrilled with tonight’s post-dinner activities, which included art projects and baking. Because it was quick and easy, I chose this recipe:


1 egg
1/2 c. milk
1/4 c. salad oil
1 1/2 c. Gold Medal flour
1/2 c. sugar
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1 c. (more or less) chocolate chips
Heat oven to 400 degrees. Grease bottoms of 12 medium muffin cups. Beat egg; stir in milk and oil. Mix in remaining ingredients just until flour is moistened. Batter should be lumpy.

Fill muffin cups 2/3 full. Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until golden brown. Immediately remove from pan.

Nothing particularly revolutionary about it, but Will was thrilled. THRILLED. Watched them brown and rise through the oven door with the attentiveness of a child looking for Santa to come down the chimney.