One of my favorite weekend traditions is making breakfast for my grandchildren when they spend the night. The house is always buzzing with their chatter,
Last Sunday afternoon, my kitchen smelled like sweet nostalgia. My grandchildren had just left for a playdate, and I wanted to surprise my husband with
Saturday mornings in our household often carry a gentle rhythm—sunlight spilling across the kitchen floor, the hum of the coffee maker, and the quiet chatter