When life gets busy, I don’t cook. We live off of scrambled eggs and toast, or beans and toast, or melted cheese on toast. Or just straight up toast.
Last week I was really stressed out and was experiencing consistent stomach pains.
In exchange for that single moment of elation after I put the dinner dishes away and don’t have to immediately yank the lunch fixings out of the fridge to assemble school meals for the next day, comes the starknes
Karenna snapped this photo today, capturing the blur of the morning.
There is just the teeniest hint of spring in the air and it’s making everything OK again.
Somewhere along the line I became one of those people who only blogs once a month. When I first started blogging, I was so into it and would easily pound out five posts a week, loving every minute of it.