today.

today is my mum's birthday. life has been intense for her lately, but she has been weathering heartache with grace, and she is seventeen sorts of wonderful, and so today i celebrate her.



if you were here, mom, we would bake fat shortcakes in the shape of hearts, and slice up strawberries and build towers of whipped cream. and when the strawberry part ran out, as it seems inclined to do, we'd smother on jam instead and toast each other with jam-sticky smiles and it would be every bit as good.

merriest birthday to you, mom.