My dear friend introduced me to a little taste of heaven this weekend (thanks Christ!). Two bags in two day and three pounds later (I'm not kidding) finds me thankful for this amazing stuff:
Even more thankful that it is all natural and gluten free!

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Jaelynn a.k.a. Mimi's Pepita |
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Photo credit: Kathryn Fincher "Here's the Church.." |
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photo from Keurig.com |
greenmountaincoffee.com |
Some things only a mom can do. Only a mother can powder a baby’s behind with one hand and hold the phone with the other. Only a mom can discern which teen is entering the door just by the sound of the key in the lock. Only a mom can spend a day wiping noses, laundering enough socks for the Yankees, balancing a checkbook down to $1.27, and still mean it when she thanks God for her kids. Only a mom. Some things only a mom can fix. Like Hamburger Helper without the hamburger.Like the cabinet door her husband couldn’t and his bruised ego when he found out that she could. Broken shoelace? Broken heart? Breaking out on your face? Breaking up with your sweetheart? Moms can handle that. Some things only a mom can fix. Some things only a mom can know. The time it takes to drive from piano lesson to Little League practice? She knows. How many pizzas you need for a middle school sleepover? Mom knows: How many Weight Watcher points are left in the day and days are left in the semester? Mom can tell you. She knows. We men usually don’t. The kids are usually clueless.
Moms are a breed apart.