Separate the yolk of happiness from the white of circumstance.
Gently whip the white till soft peaks of surrender form.
Fold in equal parts birds, flowers, and sandy beaches, marinated in forgiveness and gratitude.
Place in a warm, slow sunset (or sunrise, if a sunset is not available) till it tests done.
You will know it is done when you put in a bit of trouble and nothing sticks to it. If anything does stick, top with a generous play date with grandchildren and let joy expand in the warming glow till it finishes baking.
Sounds like a recipe that I would try! Thanks!