Tuesday, December 13, 2011



‘Tis the season for letting go of my clean kitchen. For finding joy in dough smudged into the rug. For sticky finger tracks across the counters. For cookies baked a little too close together. For oven watching. For compliments and for “these taste so good because I made them myself.”

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ps. this is what happens when Caleb gets ahold of my camera:

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you are a brave and fun mommy....123 me