I awoke this (late) morning to the smell of freshly baked bread. My husband had made breakfast rolls from scratch. The other day, it was cinnamon buns.
This afternoon, my husband observed our 2½-year-old strolling across the yard, out the back gate, through the vegetable patch and out across the adjoining field, accompanied by Simba-the-cat. Hubby
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