Sunday mornings

All Sunday mornings should all be as good as this one.
I am enjoying coffee and the smell of cooking bacon, waiting to sit down to breakfast and sample my sister-in-law Dayna's brussel sprout and potato hash. My mouth is watering.
My Savannah Banana turned 1 yesterday, a party attended by some of our dear friends and my Mom, who came into town from SC this week.
Marveling at home fast this past year flew by.
While I enjoy this slow, sleepy morning and watch my niece take steps on still wobbly, chubby legs I share this song with you.
Happy Sunday.

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