two brown felted noses peek at me beside my pillow, nestled against the softest cheek and the feathery eyelashes of my Littlest. again, he has snuck in during the wee, dark hours… fearful of the dreams and imaginings…
we’re hosting thanksgiving! i am looking forward to having sweet friends and family over and pitching in our cooking skills and more importantly, enjoying sweet fellowship together. as i’m getting ready for our day, i’ve found a wealth of…
they’re all such traditionalists, my family. they demand green bean casserole (yes, with cream-of-something-soup), and my grandma’s sweet potato casserole, and canned cranberry sauce, and potato casserole made with boxed flakes. and every year we make those things, because…