Last summer, my eldest granddaughter hosted her bridal shower in my backyard—the kind with homemade banners, hand-picked roses, and laughter echoing under the old oak
Rain beat softly against the windowpanes as I padded into the kitchen, my slippers sticking slightly to the tile. I took one look outside—gray skies,
The smell of freshly baked pastry curling through the kitchen instantly brings back a flood of childhood memories. Sitting around the kitchen table with my