This was my view yesterday morning for breakfast:
Winter weekend breakfasts are a baffling mixture of mild mayhem and bold beauty. Snow and spilled milk, smiles and burnt bread – it all comes together in a simple swirl of…family. And I am full…not so much from the bread for my belly as from the fragrant feast for my heart.
Short yet sweet..LOVE IT!
Your heart is so full of beauty and wonder, Kara. Thanks for letting it bubble up and spill over. Guard it carefully and don’t allow anything to rob the rest of us from it’s delightful overflow.