I love you. I love you right hard like. I love you in a way that squeezes you tight and refuses to let go. Even if you squirm a lot. And you might, on occasion, wonder how you landed this here piece of awesome. But guess what? You’re kind of awesome too. For example, on our second date, when I drooled on my pants, you seemed totally unfazed.
And the other night? When I told you that I was going to become famous and walk the red carpet with Kiefer Sutherland (because we’re Canadian royalty)? You nodded and said, “yes, honey.”
When I tell you I’m going to be a very famous published author, you keep nodding. And when I say, “no, really, some people think I’m already famous,” you say, “I know you are, honey.”
Most mornings, you bring me coffee in bed. And the laptop. And a cat. And when I’m bustin’ a move – generally takin’ my shiz to the next level – you are very supportive. When I do my happy dance, freestyle like a ninja, or get my swerve on? You make the effort to look enthusiastic.
You are really nice to your family. And mine. And you do stuff for our mothers. You’re really nice to the kitties. And the birds in our back yard.
Also, you hardly batted an eye when I told you I was going to head to baking school next year. Not even when I said I was considering the purchase of a Justin Bieber binder to fit in with the cool kids. You’ve got to be about the kindest, most loyal, and darling man I’ve ever met. And you are damn funny. Not as funny as I am, but still. Damn funny.
So, yah, I’m awesome. But you’re holding your own. Maybe you can walk the red carpet with Kiefer and I. I’m not promising. I’d have to discuss it with Kiefer first.
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Sugar Cookies with Royal Icing
My favourite recipes for sugar cookies and royal icing (using meringue powder) can be found here, on the Joy of Baking website. Or here’s a little tutorial on making royal icing that I found over on University of Cookie. (That site, by the way, is money. If you like cookies – and I know you do – you’ve gotta hang out there.)