Typing with 1 hand, so this will be short.
On nearly every weekend day, my family assumes our ritual morning activities with no need for discussion. I nurse the baby while watching over the toddler (as she drags all her toys out from hiding), and Keith makes chocolate chip pancakes. I can smell them right now...he's gonna bring me my plate in just a few minutes. Mmmm... I love that we have this ritual. It is so warm and comforting and yummy. And I love that Keith is the one that cooks them. It makes me feel so cared for.
And here they come...
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