Tomorrow is Tom’s birthday, but he’ll be working all day and we’re going out to dinner that night, so there’s really no time for celebratory cake. So I decided to make one today.
But he recently confessed that he hates all cakes out of a box, and really only wants a homemade cake. But I didn’t have time to research some fabulous recipe, so instead, I made an apple pie. From scratch. Even the crust!
And just in case my love for this man was ever in doubt, I must point out that all the stars aligned in that magic way, and all three of my children had quiet time for 90 minutes at the same time, which never, ever happens. And I spent the entire time making a pie for Tom’s birthday.
That, my friends, is true love.