HH and I celebrated the fourth anniversary of our engagement:
I have the day off for Martin Luther King, Jr holiday, but HH starts his Lakota Language class today. I am sending him with cookies. This goes back to something his mom did when he started seminary. She would send him cookies, so he could pass them out at his classes and make some friends. Who doesn't want to be friends with someone who has fresh cookies?
Yes, I cried when I was putting the icing on this cake. It was too runny, then it was too thick, and then it was too runny again. HH finally made me leave the kitchen as he attempted to repair it. I'm big about doing something in a grand way for people, and not giving them average stuff.