 And then the entire time as I'm mixing everything together, I'm just doubting myself. I'm like, this is going to taste horrible. It's not going to look the same. And as I'm putting in the oven, I'm just like, this doesn't have his touch. He's not by my side. This cake will not be the same because what made it so special was him being there, was us being able to make it together. And he couldn't do that this time.