It will warm my heart if my children reflect on mornings with me like this:
I remember Winter mornings waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of Christmas music.
I remember New Years’ waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of Christmas music.
I remember Easter mornings waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of Christmas music.
I remember Summer mornings waking up to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of Christmas music.
Currently, the kids are unsuccessfully guessing at what I’m going to make with this Texas Toast. It’s the first time I’m making them French toast.
