Only, I’m the mom this time

As I stood at the stove stirring white sauce for dinner I glimpsed a flash of pink over the fence. I dashed for the camera and managed to catch some of the pink while I continued stirring. My favorite thing about the photo is, how it showcases the dirt splotches on my window.
I have not washed that window since I was Preggers.
With my daughter.
Who is three.
Dinner was comfort food. I wasn’t in any especial need of comfort, that’s just what I could do with what I had.
Ben’s Best Casserole with peas and apple slices. Had it been on a square tupperware plate the childhood reenactment would have been complete.


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