I bake for the people I love most.
It’s how I take care of you.
It’s how I say I see you.

Baking slows me down in a world that rushes everything.
Measuring. Browning the butter. Letting the dough rest.
Messy counters, stolen dough, quiet conversations, big laughter — often with my boys underfoot —
each step feels grounding, steady, intentional, calm.

It’s my handwritten note.
My warm welcome.
My way of saying you matter to me.