Over this past weekend, I flew south to cook up a crazy dinner party and relax at my parents house. It was so sunny and beautiful, it's hard to believe weather like that and the gray days of Portland exist simultaneously. We walked the dog on the beach, smelled the freesia blooming in the backyard, sipped coffees from the fancy machine and had big talks.
It was so fabulous. And so necessary.
I hadn't realized quite how busy I've been the past month until my equilibrium paused for a moment while spending time with my folks and cuddling up to the dog on the sofa. The out-pouring of love was just what I needed.
Heard through the grapevine that those tartelettes were absolutely swoon worthy, as is your whole blog!!!
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