Sunday, March 1, 2020
I have a lot of memories, especially the many birthday cakes, the cakes were beautiful gowns on a doll. I also remember the sugar eggs and (no way to describe them) big eggs (ostrich size) made of pure sugar and the hole in the end was like looking in the window to a delicate world she had created with frosting. May Gods loving arms help heal your loss.
Love, Kris Graves Poston
