It's been forever since I wrote a post that includes my mom.
Because I know you love her, I brought my camera to her house today,
when I helped her make these for a Red-Hat "tea party" she's going to this week:
(The sprinkles are little leaves.)
After we made the cake bites, we chatted, and Mom shared a dream she had Saturday night.
What do you think? How would you analyze Mom's dream?