This week has been very up and down (which is to be expected). Grandma, Caylee and I went to Sams and picked up ingredients to make her homemade rolls.
When we started making, I followed her around and made her measure every.little.ingredient.
I mean, doesn't this batter look delish?
I got the recipe jotted down and we went to separating (after it rose of course)
Yes, her hands are clean. We made 24 rolls then grandma made 24...
Dun, Dun, Dun...
Everything turned out amazing.
I made the rolls for Thanksgiving at my in-laws tonight, and I think they turned out pretty good. We had fun today. It doesn't always cancel out the bad in the days, but it helps.
I will always miss my baby. Not a day goes by that I'm not constantly thinking about her. I want to talk about her all the time, but I know it isn't always fun for other people to hear about her. It will always make people uncomfortable, that's just something I have to get use to.
"All things work together for the good of those that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."