Smells like Grandma's House
Growing up, Sundays meant spending time with family. They meant not feeling guilty about relaxing on the couch. They meant going to Grandmas house and walking into a kitchen filled with the aromas of home-cooked comfort food and sweet desserts.
On this cool Fall day, I find peace in a house filled with the smells of applesauce cooking in the crockpot, pumpkin pie in the oven, and homemade soup on the stove. All the while, I can hear the kids talking and laughing as they build a "castle" on the couch with their blankets and stuffed animals. This is how a Sunday should be.
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Sounds like an amazing day:)
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