Christmas time in our house means one thing (ok...many things, but stay with me here...).
Panettone.
A moment of silence, please.
Seriously. When cut into, you can hear the angels in heaven sing.
Loudly.
Trust me on this.
A bunch of men-folk were talking to me and I heard nothing but angels singing.
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Yet another reason I heard angels singing this morning?
The baby (yes, he's 12 but still MY baby) can work the big stove and loves to make scrambled eggs for anyone who asks.
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Pure joy.
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Well, this is just one fabulous post!
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