If you have been reading here you already know that the past few days have been rough for me. Unfortunately, Duke had to work & that left me alone to mope. Back and forth, back and forth, between my couch and bed. Pathetic, really. Finally around 4pm, I forced myself to get up & shower.
Kawai (my sis-in-law)had texted me earlier to invite me over. I had made Karlee these cupcakes for her official birthday party, but had prepared a smaller cake for the family to eat together. I had to leave the party early and assumed they would have gone ahead and eaten the cake. No, Kawai texted "we can't do it without the ohana*. Come over. And bring Akua(my other dog), too". Aww, she loves me. I may not be an emotional eater, but that doesn't mean I'm not a hopeless, sentimental sap.
Akua in my back seat, we headed to Kawai's home. I was greeted by my niece & nephew. Big hugs. Kisses even. A handmade card that featured Choco in the clouds. My other sis-in-laws, Sissy, Pume & Titi, were all there too. More heartfelt hugs.
We let Karlee open her presents. No matter how sad you are, who can help by smile as a child squeals with delight with each opened gift. Dansen blew up balloons & passed them to all the family.
I got the ice cream cake out of the freezer & placed the final touches on it. I removed the sides of the pan & found the cake had started to melt. "Uh-oh. Can we have dessert first?". Pume chimed in, "Yeah, dessert first".
So please forgive the melty mess in the pictures. This cake was really delicious. So delicious we all just got our spoons and ate it straight out of the pan. It's okay. We're family! We ate until we were full & barely had room for supper.
Akua & I left that night in much better spirits than we had arrived. Food therapy? Maybe. Family therapy? Without a doubt.
Oh and FYI, Karlee had an assignment on her favorite food that she had done in school that day. Guess what it was? Yup, banana splits. Gosh, I'm a great auntie!
*Ohana(for those of you whom have never watched 'Lilo & Stitch')"means family. And family means no one gets left behind...or forgotten.