I am a bad blogger.
For the Fourth of July, I didn’t have a coordinated place setting of red, white, and blue. I didn’t have themed foods with cute names like firecookies, which would be round sugar cookies decorated as exploding fireworks sprinkled with pop rocks candy. I did attempt to make a red and blue swirled cake with white icing and hand-poured sugar tiles. The cake, however, didn’t come out in one piece and instead became a trifle. (Bragging points: I did use handmade whip cream between the trifle layers.) I didn’t take a picture of the cake because while super tasty, it was not insta worthy.
Instead of focusing on making everything blog-able or picturesque, I focused on being with my family and friends. Trae and I went to my godparents’ farm and spent the weekend laughing, crammed elbow to elbow around a table full of food. We sang “God Bless America”, told jokes, laughed a lot, and not-so-secretly feed the dogs under the table. Dinner was digested by walking around the farm or lounging in the pool. Not once did I think to Snapchat or Instagram these moments. Instead, I lived in the moment and got sunburned along the way. It was amazing.