Brunch at my house

18 little ones.
2 bumps.
6 mamas.
A driveway cum minivan lot.
Fruit.
Monkey bread.
Egg casserole.
Banana bread.
Acini de pepe salad.
Juice.
Coffee.
Deliciousness.
Absolutely no leftovers, (luckily I set aside plates for Kevin and my mom, or they wouldn’t have gotten any lunch.)
A modicum of conversations above the general hubbub.
Knowing you have women by your side who completely understand.
And a completely clean kitchen (only 4 1/2 hours later!)
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And in other, completely unrelated news, I am ridiculously excited about my new recipe box I ordered on Etsy. Maybe one day, my grandchildren will be going through these same recipes asking me to help them learn to cook and bake. Maybe they’ll get all nostalgic after I’ve gone to be with Jesus because of the recipes in my handwriting. Maybe they’ll have to do a coin toss to see who ends up with Grandma’s precious recipes. Maybe.

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