An Ohio mother is sharing a magical surprise her teenage son planned for his younger sister.
Christina Angel said her 13-year-old son asked her to get him a Prince
Charming costume so that he could do something special for his
5-year-old sister and best friend.
told ABC 7 Chicago her son suffers from depression and his sister has
become his biggest cheerleader, so he wanted to thank her with a
princess photo shoot.
Angel bought the costume and her son found a
pair of black dress shoes at a thrift store. He wanted to get the
details perfect, she said, even shining the shoes the old-fashioned way
with polish and a rag.
When they were ready, the mother and son surprised the little girl with a brand-new Snow White dress.
The proud mom said her little girl loved every second of her photo shoot with her “favorite boy in the world.” And it shows!
please, for just once in your life go for the guy who makes you happy and not the one who is a challenge.
go for the one who is cute and sweet, and not for the one who thinks that ignoring you will make things more interesting.
go for the one who will treat you like a queen, and not the one who thinks that you’re just like every other girl.
go for the one who is ready to choose you forever, not the one who can’t choose between you and several others.
go for the one who will make you see your worth and not the one who will make you question it.
You asked, and Tastes of Tamriel has finally answered! After much experimentation, here is the sweetest sweetroll recipe you’ll ever need! Crisp and crunchy on the outside, moist and soft on the inside, this is a truly legendary treat!
Note: This recipe calls for real vanilla for a taste that will send you to Sovengarde, but if you don’t have that on hand, 1 tsp vanilla extract is fine too. The icing is also quite a conservative amount- just enough to glaze the top. If you want a dripping sweetroll experience, you can double the amount.
You will need:
1 large bundt tin (or 2 smaller ones)
2 cups plain flour
1 tsp baking powder
¾ cup milk
¾ cup water
½ cup caster sugar
1 cup maple syrup or honey
3 eggs, beaten
60g butter, melted
1 vanilla pod, scraped
3 tsp cinnamon powder
1 cup melted butter
1 cup icing sugar
1 vanilla pod, scraped
Preheat oven to 200C/392F and grease your bundt tin well with butter.
In a large mixing bowl, combine all the baking ingredients and mix well. Pour into the bundt tin/s and bake for 45 minutes, or until brown and risen. It should be firm and crusty on the outside. Flip onto a wire rack to cool before transferring to a plate.
For the glaze, combine the melted butter, sugar, and vanilla in a small bowl and whip until well blended. Drizzle over the top of your sweetroll and wait til icing has hardened before eating.
At Kat’s going away party, she introduced you and Hannah to the famous Justin Foley and charming Zach Dempsey. You knew of Justin and Zach, as they knew some about you. You had Zach in your marine science freshman year. He was top of the class, which aside from the stereotypes is remarkable.
“Sorry boys, can’t have you in Hannah’s house soaking wet,” Kat denied.
“C’mon, it’s not a party without us!” Zach stated.
You caught Zach’s glance, but turned away from him.
“Dry off,” Kat waved them off.
You went out to the backyard, seeing Foley and Zach, still drenched, slurping out of red solos.
“Imma change,” Zach stated. He faced you as he slid pass you. His faded cologne intoxicating you. His hand grasped yours and led you to a bathroom.
He shut the door behind the two of you, pressing you against the door. His chest centimeters away from your face, you closed your eyes and took a breath.
“I missed you,” you exhaled. A small chuckle escaped his throat.
His hair tickled your cheek when you felt his lips meet your shoulder. “I missed you more.”
You wrapped your arms behind his neck, holding him for a hug. To physically have him there meant the world to you. He held your short stature close to him, taking in everything about you. Your skin, your scent, your hair- all ofyou.
His arms stayed around your waist. Not falling below, not creeping higher. Just around your waist. He was always gentle with you and never pushed your limits.
When you parted, you realized your shirt had become wet as well. You could vaguely, but surely see the lacy texture of your bra. You crossed your arms, covering yourself.
“What is this?” Zach smirked. “A wet t-shirt contest?”