It was a lovely day here at the Taylor Homestead. We had my parents and brother over, and for the very first time, Grandma Myrna and Aunt Cynthia. Food is my love language. What better way celebrate a few of the mothers in our life.
Mom’s famous egg dish. When she asked if I’d like her to bring it, I jumped on the offer.
Sometimes I feel like getting a little fancy with the napkins.
Now I’m just showing off.
What is brunch without a little bacon?
I was pretty proud of my quaint little cake. Tried a new cream cheese buttercream recipe.
I stopped by the farmer’s market to find some centerpieces. Of course, I’m a sucker for peonies.
This is what I call a successful brunch.
I love my family.
