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I had an epiphany this week while standing in my kitchen. For the first time in a long time, I felt at home. It's been a while. Since I was a little girl, I've always loved to cook. Some of my favorite memories as a child center around a mixing bowl and beaters and baking lessons with my mom. When I became an adult, the kitchen evolved into a place where I could express my creativity and unwind. Food became a love language for me, as it gave me the opportunity to gather with

I was that mom. The mom who assured her children regularly, despite their begging and pleading, that we would never, ever have a dog. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with animals. Dogs are awesome. Both my husband and I grew up with them, and we had two puppies of our own when we were first married. But, as we continued to have kids {four of them}, and the level of chaos in our house increased {immeasurably}, we stood steadfast in our commitment to keeping the crazy to a mini