Today is my birthday. I made myself a flourless chocolate cake from my new cookbook that I got from my parent-in-laws for Christmas. It is called Tiny But Intense Chocolate Cake. I will be enjoying it this evening with a glass of bubbly after the little one is tucked in her bed.
This morning I woke to the most shrill bang crash of a rumble. It sounded like a semi-truck had fallen off the hill behind our house. It really was that outlandish. Turns out it was thunder. I have never heard thunder like that in my entire life. I have only ever heard thunder one time in Los Angeles and it was seven years ago. Ryan was already up for the day and I yelled to him:
Was that thunder?
and he said:
Yes, I got you a thunderstorm for your birthday!
It only lasted for a short minute. It was . . . Tiny But Intense.
Brevity aside, it was hands down my favorite present.