cinnamon rolls

I hope this post doesn't make Laura too homesick at the South Pole, but I suppose it's a tribute to mom (and her baking).

This morning I woke up to the smell of cinnamon rolls. Mom made these growing up as a special treat and I can remember leaning over the table inspecting each one to find out which roll had the most topping on it (before my siblings snatched it up). They are delicious!

My mom is good at most things she sets her mind to. She loves to sew and quilt and be creative. She knows colors and can weave together shapes in fascinating ways. And, she donates much of this art to organizations that give quilts to kids. She's very intelligent and thinks things through before asserting her opinion. In the same way, she tends to pick up on things others (like myself) would overlook.

I'm sure I could get all gushy and stuff, but I'll leave it at that. It's been nice to spend a couple of weeks at home with mom and dad.