Why does a haircut make me sad?

Ben got his hair cut this week. He'd let it get really shaggy - so much so that it was curling at the ends - and it was adorable. I'd never say that to him - he's 7½, he's not supposed to be adorable. I'm always struck by how different he looks with long hair versus his usual short cut.

With it longer, he looks younger, softer.

With it cut short, I can see the planes in his face, the edges where his face is getting longer and less boyish. It's the start of the face he'll have as a teenager and then as a man. The march of time makes me a little sad; while I cannot wait to see what the next day will bring, with each day, month, week he is moving away from the baby I knew.

Wedding cake.... simply food or an event in itself?

I've become way less fussy as I've gotten older.

Yesterday we had two tastings for wedding cake. Talk about polar opposites. One was in a very posh dining room, with George at the far end of a large table, and the cake presented prettily. The second was in an industrial kitchen, with plain plates and utensils and a bunch of sweet stuff. I liked #2. I guess I am not a "cake as art" kinda person. Whew.

One detail down, a hundred million more to go...

The first ever....

First entry. Not a lot to say... don't know how much I will use this, but we'll see.