1. Warm, mulled apple cider sipped from a mug. It smelled and tasted just like autumn while I was wishing for spring.
2. I sat in the sun's rays streaming through the window right alongside Gunner and Henri, we three dogs.
3. Mom praises me for the delicious dinners I prepared for us in NY. I've learned from her how to show love with food. I guess my love language is mangia.
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