Tuesday, March 27, 2012

3.25.12--number 85

Breakfast in bed, made by my darling son (with a little assist from the hubby).

Because when you had a rough night with a toddler with a cold and cough and your family kindly lets you sleep in until 10:40 on a Sunday morning, the only topper to that has to be a breakfast tray complete with a flower from the garden and the Sunday target ad. Perfection.

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