Today is my youngest daughter’s birthday. She is 5 years old today. I remember the day of her birth like it was yesterday. And for me, that’s a lot. I typically don’t remember what I had for breakfast. I recall all of my children’s births so vividly. Maybe it’s because they almost came out in car each and every time. I was lucky that way.
Who else wants to have more fun, time and freedom in the kitchen?
I feel really embarrassed putting this out here, but I feel compelled to do it in the hopes that it may possibly inspire, encourage or help someone else out there who is feeling the rock bottom blues as I call it.