Thirty years ago, on a blissful Spring day, my parents were married in the garden of a quaint bed and breakfast in Santa Barbara. Theirs is a quiet sort of love; real and enduring, built over a lifetime together. The kind of love the Honey and I are just at the beginning of.
We’ve made a life together here in the South, and I’ve been afforded many blessings, for which I am grateful, but there are still moments when I wish I didn’t live so far from home. I think Santa Barbara will always be home, especially on days like today, when I’m feeling particularly sentimental, celebrating life’s big moments from afar.
The sun is shining warm and lovely here today, a kind reminder of the sweet, Spring days so often taken for granted growing up in my hometown by the sea. I felt compelled to make a cake; a rich, dark chocolate cake, with an equally luscious dark chocolate ganache glaze. Just something simple and sweet to celebrate a lasting love.