A feeling of contentment still washes over me when I think back on how my daughter would make a bee-line to the refrigerator when she got home from school to grab herself a jar of overnight oats before digging in to her homework. Watching her enjoy the food I prepared, and knowing the nourishment it provided for her was, and continues to be, deeply gratifying for me.
A feeling of contentment still washes over me when I think back on how my daughter would make a bee-line to the refrigerator when she got home from school to grab herself a jar of overnight oats before digging in to her homework. Watching her enjoy the food I prepared, and knowing the nourishment it provided for her was, and continues to be, deeply gratifying for me.