Her new place has all of these great little details that I just love.
These gorgeous chairs are being occupied by two very hungry men.
I love this shelf in her kitchen. She's going to do pink chalkboard paint underneath the shelf so her son can draw!
After a horribly long day--her wheel FELL OFF HER CAR at the farmer's market earlier that day--she still managed to cook salmon with pesto and her own version of rissoto along with bruschetta. We paired it with a pomegranate sweet tea. Her food is so much fancier than mine.
I baked the cake. It kind of fell apart when I took it out of the pan, so I made my own icing to cover it up. The icing didn't cover up anything, so I dumped gobs of powdered sugar on it.
I was kind of worried about it, but everyone liked it. Especially one little boy.
I like to think my cake was his inspiration to start cooking in his own kitchen.
I love my friends. I love seeing them happy. Heather's story isn't mine to tell, but when I look at her and her son, I know God is good.