‘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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Anonymous said…
you are a brave and fun mommy....123 me