I'm up in the middle of the night baking cakes for a party, and I've been thinking of you the whole time. I remember you, Keisha and I would stay up to make the cakes and pies for Thanksgiving and Christmas. At first you led, and as years went by you'd supervise, and eventually you let us take over. You'd tell us that we had perfected your recipes. Thinking about it now, I realize you were telling us you were proud of us...
Thank you for giving us this gift. For the recipes. For the memories. For the chance to pass something wonderful down to our children. Thank you.
P.S. I referred to you in the present-tense tonight. When Tony asked why I don't use a hand mixer to blend the batter, I replied, "because Dotyn says not to".
You are with me every day.
