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When the sun came out this morning after the latest round of Colorado-wrecking rain, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a shining wreath suspended between two trees. I went outside and saw a very large, very busy spider repairing a web. I’m hoping the spider knows something we don’t. It’s safe now. Spidey sense signals all-clear.
It’s time to rebuild, or in our case, reclaim and reclean. We had a minor flood in our basement. Rainwater seeped through a small window that was partially obscured by two floor-to-ceiling shelving units. We kept extra bedding, some clothing, throw pillows, quilts, and unfortunately photos on these shelves. We thought being off the floor was the safest spot for these things. Most basement floods start from drains backing up. We never though about a sideways assault. Also lost: two rolls of carpet.
 ~rebuilding~
The photos are the most painful loss. Right now, dozens of 4X6 memories cover our garage floor. I peeled stacks and stacks of photos and negatives apart and left them out there to dry. I hope it works. And then, I’ll spend all my free time scanning them. They’re from the ancient late-90s, before we had digital cameras. I should have scanned them in long ago, but, you know. I’m kind of busy.
 ~suspended in the sky~
Oddly, after getting over the initial shock and having a bit of a cry, I enjoyed looking at the photos. I didn’t realize how much Ollie looks like Aidan. And there was Teddy in Ryley’s sweet little face. I saw my late grandmothers holding my babies, everyone all smiles, everyone oblivious to things down the road and around hairpin corners. I peeled negatives apart and held them up to the garage light. There’s a baby in a high chair, but who? I can find out if I take them to an old school photo developer.
But there are thousands who don’t have negatives from their photos to hold up to a light source. They’re downstream, buried under mounds of boulders and mud. Our devastation is about a .23957 on a scale of 0 to 10, compared with fellow Coloradans. I feel almost guilty sharing what happened. But I am sharing, if only to acknowledge our own failures and false assumptions that we had escaped unscathed. And also to draw attention to these startling facts from Denver’s 9 News:
Here is a breakdown of the damage, according to the Office of Emergency Management:
Fatalities: 6
People “unaccounted” for: 708
People evacuated: 11,700
People in shelters: 1,872
Shelters open: 26 (in 15 counties)
Structures damaged: 17,494
Structures destroyed: 1,502
The Denver Post shares ways to help victims of the Colorado Floods. It’s estimated there are still close to 1,000 people stranded. Hopefully, they have ample supplies of food, water, and medications to see them through. The clouds have parted so National Guard helicopters are in the skies again, searching for people to evacuate and dropping supplies in the more rugged areas where landing is impossible. Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers, friends. This is far from over.
Last Thursday was a bad morning. We got a late start, the kids bickered, I nagged. One kid didn’t do his homework the night before and was panic-finishing a few worksheets, consulting me for answers I didn’t know. We rolled out of the house growling at each other. The kids walked around the van and froze.
“Mom! There’s a rabbit!”
I tiptoed around back bumper. The bunny was hunkered between two bushy aster plants. He fidgeted. Our voices dropped to whispers, our steps morphed from stomp to float. Everything changed. Tenderness rushed in as we cooed over the little bunny. I pulled out my phone and made sure it was on silent. I zoomed in and took a few photos.
After a minute of adoration, I whispered it was time to leave for school. Everyone climbed into their seat. As I drove, the homework-shirking kid got help from a brother who has been there, done that. I thought about the rabbit. It’s not like rabbits are rare in Colorado. Squirrels are just as plentiful and they don’t freeze time and usher in familial peace. If anything, they inspire frustration, especially if you are fond of wolfing down Pedigree, have four legs, and poo in the backyard.
Too bad all our stressful moments aren’t detonated by adorable wild animals. Imagine the speeding ticket being delivered by a spotted fawn or a dentist bill flown to your door by a chubby bluebird. I can’t count on the doe-eyed and furry to disarm biting voices, but maybe I can mimic them? I can be still. I can be quiet. I can’t be cute. I’ll leave that to the kids. Whatever inspires us to tiptoe, to whisper, to tilt our heads, to smile—let’s look for them. Oh, they’re here already. My kids. My husband. Us. We are just as surprising and just as vulnerable and just as deserving of tenderness as that morning’s rabbit.
Beatrix turned seven yesterday. Her birthday cake wish was anything with Twilight Sparkle standing majestically atop. It could have been a hay bale, a stack of tires, or a log cabin made of beef jerky sticks; if Twilight were involved, she’d be one happy pre-preteen.
I often top cakes with little toys. They’re inexpensive, the kid gets a trinket, and they disguise iffy frosting jobs. I looked around for Twilight Sparkle toys, but most have the brushable, flowing hair. I pictured myself shampooing buttercream out of a tiny tail and mane. No thanks. During my search, I found this cake topper set at Amazon. Both Twilight Sparkle and Applejack are hard plastic, so no spa treatments would be necessary. (I left the barn scene off the cake, obviously)
 Friendship is Magically Delicious
Ponies are from a place where rainbows rule. Last spring, I made these cupcakes. They were easy and so cute, I decided to revisit the theme. After frosting the two-layer cakes with baby blue tinted buttercream, I placed Airheads Xtremes Rainbow Berry strips around the outer edge, separated by mini marshmallows. I cut each strip in half, which was the perfect size for the arcs. Too short, they don’t arc well, too long, the frosting can’t support. I ended up with eight arcs.
 Pegasisters and Bronys, unite in the name of buttercream!
Beatrix loved the cake. It’s one of my favorites, too, and it was so easy. You don’t have to be a cake decorating genius to pull it off.
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