Truly, there are few meals that I get as much joy out of as pasta.
Boiling the noodles. Adding whatever sort of delicious extras I might find. Spooning homemade sauce over the top and dumping sprinkling grated parmesan and romano cheeses over top.
Perhaps I enjoy this creation so much because I channel my inner grandmother, and all the love she poured into her pasta for us growing up. ;)
And yes, I made sure to write that down on my 'gift list'. :)
I adore mornings. They are new beginnings. Fresh starts. New possibilities. They mean a new day to love and be loved. Another opportunity to spread your light.
And in the mornings kitten wants cuddles even if only for five minutes, and a mama's gotta take what she can get sometimes.
It's so easy to be grateful in the mornings. When a soul hasn't quite been hardened by the stresses of the day yet. So simple to rest in God's grace. To be His child. Filled with His love.
Last night my little family sat together on the couch. It was perfect. Kitten on her daddy's lap, mama at his side. My heart about burst because I adore those two so. They are lovely creatures.
