My mothers kitchen however is lovely and spacious, so yesterday I made some butterfly cakes. I haven't made them in years, when I make cupcakes it's a bish, bash, bosh job with little thought about decoration and zero thought about butterfly wings. So when she suggested making some, I pulled out the old Mary Berry book we used to use and it fell straight open at the page. It has been well worn over the years as my brother and I were growing up.
Last night when I visited bubba, well more the fact I took him some of the ribs we'd had for dinner and some cupcakes, we got to talking. We have a really good relationship, we play and bicker, we love and push each other. We've been together for 6 years this year, and we talk about babies and marriage. We talk about houses and decoration. We talk about life together, live life together but in our way we still have our individuality shine through - our own likes and dislikes. Last nights conversation turned to our skills, our desires and dreams - quite a deep conversation while we played pool (badly by the last game!). I'm not sure we achieved much barr pushing each others buttons and getting defensive, but I am glad we're in a place in our relationship that those conversations come naturally and they're really honest. I think that's what every relationship needs - don't you?