unconditional love is a beautiful thing. Feeling safe in the knowledge that no matter what, we are loved for all that we are.
The opposite of this is an awful place, like walking a field of flowers with hidden mines.

When the world and love has knocked us senseless, what better way to be roused again than with a dark roast coffee and a bit of late night baking with a mother who loves her daughter unconditionally? A heart can always be made whole again within a home's comforting walls.
You have a beautifully delicate way with words, MA.

Take care.

Mary Anne, I just love this. Just the two of you, baking, talking, healing each other. I feel this way about my daughters and treasure those moments when it's just us. Hugs to you-