We made pasta yesterday.
Long ribbons of sauteed buttery goodness filled our bellies for supper. I had all sorts of insight on making pasta with children to tap away in this space, and then I remembered I wrote a post about this before. I looked it up and my heart stopped. This baby of mine, he is just so grown. Does this realization ever stop hitting you like a ton of bricks?
Just look, you will see what I mean.
So for now, I have nothing else to say. We will enjoy our snowy day, and perhaps make a little soup to sop up the rest of these noodles.