Another year without the kiddos.
Their own lives, full, you know.
But we have to celebrate.

So my hubby makes me a cherry flip,
his mother’s name for cheesecake.

I’d ask her where she got the name
but though she’s with us,
her mind’s just visiting.

Cherry flip is a pretty good defense
against emotional abandonment, though.

Today, I’ll have as big a piece as I please.
After all, it’s Mother’s Day.

As always, it’s delicious.                                                            Even with canned cherries.