Saturday morning. Evelyn awakes at 6 am, just as usual. She walks confidently and quietly into my room, opens the porch door so the dogs can relieve themselves and gingerly climbs into bed with me. Her long soft legs rub up against mine, and she coos, "Good morning, Mommy." Life doesn't get any sweeter.

We giggle and snuggle for a few minutes and then head to the kitchen, careful not to speak too loudly and wake any sleeping siblings.

She wants to make or bake something. So we think and think. I have some tapioca flour, some rice flour and float the idea of making popovers. No, she says. So we search online for "pinspiration" on Pinterest and she sees some glistening Texas Roadhouse Dinner Rolls that she likes.

Two hours later, we enjoyed warm fresh yeasty rolls with butter and honey. Worth the wait.

The recipe is everywhere if you google it, but here's a link with pictures to make it easy on you. (we didn't use an electric mixer; we used adorable little almost-six-year-old hands to do the trick)