A couple of years ago we decided to bake something every other Sunday evening, when the kids come home. It has been a very nice tradition. The kids are so used to the smells and taste that they ask if we have baked them before they get here. 

Isabel, my youngest, has started to ask for me to wait until she gets here. She wants to help. Even though it is a small routine, it is huge in their memory. 

I have been divorced for approx 7 years. We started baking brownies about 5 years ago. The kids have been going back and forth every other week. 

It has now been a month and the kids have decided they want to live in one house. I guess I’m going to have to bake brownies every Sunday. 

Sometimes it is the small gestures that make the biggest impact. 


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