It’s Kavi’s 15th birthday today, so I made her bombatoast for breakfast. She ate two pieces, which I consider a triumph since on school days she tends to run out the door without breakfast despite all my pleading.
Kavi is the best daughter (yes, yes, I know many of you think you have the best daughter, but you are sadly wrong), and I am the luckiest Amma. I love her to pieces, and she is probably going to leave me in three measly years and I can’t even.
She couldn’t come up with anything she actually wanted for her birthday, so we are oddly lacking in festivities this time around. I think I might go clean her room while she’s at school, though.