still my mom's little girl

Yesterday was my birthday, and my mom had my birthday party at her house, complete with her lasagna and my favorite ice-cream dessert (my big sister contributed my favorite jello salad, and even my mother-in-law brought hors d'oevres). I am a wife and a mother of 3 and well past the age where my mommy should have to have my birthday, but it sure feels good. This is a picture of the left-overs she carefully bundled for me to take home -- almost as if she packed my lunch. It will feed my family tomorrow night, and it will still taste like baked love.