As I mentioned in last week's post, my son Josiah and I took off last week for a quick visit with my family in Gig Harbor, Washington. We made the visit to attend my Uncle’s funeral, so we knew the visit would be a combination of happy and sad. The weather was supposed to be cold and rainy, but we
Monica's mini meatball minestrone. Go ahead, I know you want to: Say it five times fast. Well done. But really, this is serious business: You see, if you haven't decided what to make for Christmas Eve dinner yet, then I'm pretty sure this post was written especially for you. Like really.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Soup is my love language. Soup makes me happy and comfy, and just the thought of it gives me all of the feels. I could eat soup every day for the rest of my life. Yep, even here in tropical Hawaii. So you know how loved I felt on my birthday when,