Early mornings, no school rush. Breakfasts at leisure. All of us. On the table. No more rice crispies or toast on the go. In come the ommlettes and niharis (yes, i did venture to try that out! definitely not as nice as my mil’s, but the hubby and son’s been stomaching it without complain so I’m content).
And just like that, it feels so right. Alhamdolillah.