I'm back in my kitchen with big projects this weekend. Today's mountain: beef stew. I've been chopping, searing, scraping, and seasoning my little heart out. My kitchen smells fabulous and I can't wait for my guys to wake up (Britton from his 24 hr shift and Nathan from his awesome 2 1/2 hour mid-day nap).
I'm already high on life today: enjoying spending time in my kitchen and thinking about how lucky I am to have an amazing family that I love to cook for. Then, to make it even better, I stumbled upon a little note in a tiny envelope in the back of my spice house. Scribed in my dad's handwriting, it looks like the kind of note that may have accompanied flowers...? I have no idea when he wrote it (maybe before PT school?), but at any rate, it's message is timeless. I must have thought it was worth revisiting and tucked it away. Smiling to myself, I snapped a picture to preserve the memory, then returned it to its envelope and nestled it into the back of the spice house...so I can stumble upon it again in the future.
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