It's a quiet morning in our home, so far. Only one mini me is awake, and she's snuggled up in a chair watching "Sofia the First."
The coffee in my cup is fresh. I just brewed it.
There are two pies in the oven I made last night and a dish of squash in the refrigerator to go with dinner later. I've picked out a few bottles of wine to enjoy with family on this Thanksgiving.
We aren't hosting the holiday, but I love food and I love to cook and bake, so I offered to do as much as I could.
I wish I could do more.
Because I have a warm house, and others do not.