So tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and I am for some reason especially excited this year. For a couple weeks now it’s felt like Valentine’s Day is close, the way I usually feel Easter or Christmas getting nearer. Ben and I were driving to the grocery store tonight when the iPod started playing The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes. One of my favorite love songs for sure—these are some of the words:
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been but I
know where I want to go
I hear this song and I have to reach out for his hand. I just love its sweet uptempo acoustic guitar and the simply sung lyrics. I feel twitterpated.
And so, to prove my love on Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided I should try one more time to make a cake from scratch. After my last cake fiasco, Emily gave dejected me a copy of The Joy of Cooking, swearing that if I read the section on baking I can’t go wrong. I read it closely and think I understand a little more. I bought 3 layer cake pans of my own, a proper sifter, and enough butter to choke a mule. Here’s hoping.
Ben, if it doesn’t turn out tomorrow—just know it’s no reflection of my love for you.
I love you like pies, not cakes, anyway.