2020. Wow. What a year. I think it’s safe to say that 2020 was hard. Really hard. Unexpectedly hard. I distinctly remember sitting at my neighbor’s house on December 31, 2019 playing cards and toasting in the New Year while all the kiddos watched a movie...
My mom. My momma. The woman who birthed me. Who loved me. Who prayed for me. The one who showed me how to bake cookies. The one who I would call crying in the middle of the night when I had my first daughter and I had no idea what I was doing. The one who could “tea party” with the best of them. The one who couldn’t really cook but could bake a mean coffee cake.
I can feel my heart beating a bit faster and my armpits are starting to sweat. Two sure-fire signs that things are about to get real up in here. I’m Katie, a wife, a mother, an entrepreneur, and I have an eating disorder. The official diagnosis being anorexia nervosa.
Sunday Family Cake. I can’t remember when exactly it started but for quite some time now I have been making a cake for my family every Sunday. Yep, almost every single Sunday we eat cake. It’s my time to experiment. To explore. To create. And yes…be with family.
My family. My people. The ones who drive me crazy and make my heart burst all at the same time. Thick and thin…we walk through it all. So here is a quick little intro into my life and what better way to do so than tell you about the people with who I do “life” with.
I hummed and hawed over if I should write about this whole global pandemic thing. Let’s face it, we are all feeling a bit perhaps “saturated” with Covid-19 talk. It’s in the news. It’s in every social media scroll. Neighbours are talking about it over fences. We’re “zooming” around the world about it desperately trying to find some sense of normalcy when let’s face it, this is a very abnormal time.