A stack of pear pancakes (+ ☕️ for me) for my big girl, who had a bit of a breakdown this morning missing Saudi Arabia. It’s funny because I’ve been feeling oddly (and silently) homesick for our old house this week; I guess we’re more in tune than I realized. Eight months on, moving can still be tough and it crops up unexpectedly. Hugs and pancakes help a bit.

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