comfort food

Deborah and I met a friend for a visit and coffee at a cafe this morning at 11. A gray, cloudy day was made more bright when we arrived home home at 3:15 and were treated to delicious homemade chicken noodle soup and biscuits compliments of Abigail and equally tasty coffee cake, from scratch, prepared by Selah. 

 

I am spoiled, and I am not complaining.