Lucette turned twelve this week. She's a beauty, inside and out. And aside from turning into a delightful human being, she has been developing her love of baking into a rather intense passion.
It is not unusual for me to wake up and find that she had set her alarm for 5am to get some early-morning baking in before school. I kid you not.
So when we had boarded the train for her birthday trip to Paris (I know. It's crazy we can do this.), I told her the news ... her birthday gift was a grown-up level patisserie class in the city. She just about passed out from the glee and told me if she wasn't on the train she would be screaming and dancing.
Sacre Coeur, but she was checking the time every 10 minutes to make sure we wouldn't be late.
I love you so very much.