one of my favorite childhood memories is my dad fixing gravy and biscuits on sunday mornings.
the kitchen would smell of his coffee, bacon grease, and his cigarette (which was usually hanging from his lip as he stirred the gravy).
he doesn’t feel like making gravy and biscuits much anymore, as it’s too hard for him to stand for lengths of time.
so when he attempts it for me, my heart overflows with love.
music muse: bob seger ~ “travelin’ man”
and she was 