Good morning! The sun is shining and the coffee is brewing. Biscuits are in the oven and my sweet baby girl is on the floor banging on the floor with a measuring cup. I was in the middle of cracking eggs into a bowl so I can scramble them, when the thought crossed my mind. These are going to be some of my daughter's favorite or cherished memories when she's a grown woman. Just like I have tender memories of being a child making pancakes with my dad Sunday morning.
Or waking up in the morning and smelling coffee, that my dad brewed. I remember that aroma.
It's funny how things.. Carry over into the next generation, to the next and on.
Hmmm ... Speaking of coffee! Breakfast is calling my name!
Xo
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