celebrating or mourning, i cook

This morning we woke to the news of the death of a loved one. In a split second everything stopped, plans were canceled, laundry went undone, and time was suspended.

I immediately begin (or plan) to cook/bake in these moments. I suppose the quiet is too much...I am not that strong.

Ezra and I walked to the store to pick up a few things and on the way back this glittery clutch, covered in gold caught his eye. He thought I needed it...bless his sweet heart.

After an afternoon of cooking we spent the evening with family. We grilled and cooked some more, drank a bit, laughed a lot...paused for some memories.