This year, Easter Sunday was a like regular day sans agenda. I was not dashing around the kitchen trying to be cordial while panicking over serving utensils. It was the best. I worry this admission is materfamilias sacrilege. I mean, what kind of mother doesn’t thrill to the loving chaos of her family circled back to break traditional bread?
Thank you, Katie! You get me.
XO, P. We are aligned.
love love love and so relatable
Perfection.