I was having a very nostalgic moment, a few days ago, recalling some very precious times with my oldest son. (He is strong on my mind. He is due in tomorrow evening with his wife. We are all so excited.)

Anyway, when my son was going to daycare, I got a call from them at work. The mind races, Oh My Goodness, what’s wrong? They were telling me that my son wasn’t eating his lunch, he insisted that wasn’t his lunch  and something about it not being his mommy’s bread. Then the light came on! I didn’t get the chance to make bread and had to buy a loaf from the store.  My son had never seen or tried “store bought bread”  before that day.  I had always baked my own bread.  He was right. That wasn’t his mommy’s bread!

Hey, maybe he and I can bake bread when he gets here!

Until Next Time…

Michelle