One of our sweetest family traditions is making cinnamon rolls for Sunday breakfast. Not every Sunday, but often enough that I know the recipe by heart. (And it's not for the faint of heart! trust.) They say the sense of smell can trigger decades-old memories in just an instant, and that's why I decided to stick with the cinnamon rolls instead of mixing it up a bit from week to week. When Ivo is all grown up and moved out and moved on, my thought is that all it will take is one little whiff of cinnamon to harken back to these good old days of mama's kitchen and all the coziness and sweetness therein.
This is my 200th blog post. Wowza! Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to visit and share a little bit of our world together :) We'll be out of town for the next few days with no computer access, so this will probably be my last post for a week or so. Have a wonderful week everyone!