Happy Birthday La Suprema

La Suprema's birthday came and went. It wasn't the sad day that I had anticipated. Instead, I went out to Sebastopol and picked up one of her favorite cakes (a Parissienne) from Patisserie Angelica, and brought it to ladies night. With my gang of bad-ass girlfriends, we lit up the cake and collectively sang La Suprema a posthumous birthday song. Then, we all blew out the candles together, making wishes for our own happiness and joy. La Suprema would approve. Love you Mom. Where ever you are. The world isn't the same without you...but I'm working on bringing back enough inner joy for two.