And yet somehow they ended up getting married. I love that. I love that two people who got into funny fights at museums and restaurants and a couple of baptisms ended up together. With children.

That says a lot about how people can change or grow or evolve.
I’m trying to think about things I didn’t like or people I fought with who I ended up liking–loving.

I can only think of one thing. A coconut Pepperidge Farm cake. I didn’t like them when I was a kid because it was my mother’s go-to cake when it was my birthday. She liked baking but she thought this cake was prettier. Smaller, more tasty.

I would have preferred hers. In fact, didn’t I mention it several birthdays ago.

Binda used to bake for Brian. Now Brian bakes for Binda.
All of their children get homemade cakes.

I baked a Bundt cake. Binda Bundt and Brian Bundted. But when I Bundt you can’t put it down. I don’t want to be unput downable. I want people to stop me. To put me down and  ignore me. That is real freedom. Because then you can do anything you want. No one will notice. It’s the only price you pay for being ignored.