This past Sunday, we spent the day in the warmth of our kitchen’s arms, making Italian antipasto with my husband’s grandmother. There were a lot of veggies, and even more chopping, but the best part of our afternoon was spending time with Grandma. These are the moments that I hope my girls carry with them throughout their lives. Moments when they are home. Surrounded by family. Learning lessons passed down from one generation to the next.
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