This morning we woke up to a winter wonderland outside. So lovely. Being the sweet older sister that I am, I dragged myself out of bed extra early to bake  warm, fluffy biscuits for breakfast. Baking for my sisters is such fun; Jessie will never get tired of a sweet snack to pair with her tea obsession, Maddie won’t tell me if she’s unimpressed (which is a very good thing ;), and Megan has considerably low expectations (she’d rather have an oreo than chocolate mousse!) What will I do without these three? Anyway. While obediently washing my dishes after sticking these delights in the oven, I lost myself in the slow-paced world of morning grogginess. Thankfully, Mom saved our breakfast just in time from being baked to a deathly crisp. I happily enjoyed a honey-butter filled breakfast this morning while the flurries quietly drifted to the ground all around me.