Mama made bread today.
With seeds all over it, in it, through it and under it!
I don't know what it is, but there is something I love about bread when Mama makes it.
The warm smell swirling in the kitchen, the bread rising, round and puffy. Like clouds. I bet if you tasted the clouds, they'd melt in your mouth. Like Cotton Candy. Like Mama's bread.
I haven't asked yet, but I think Mama likes her new bread machine. With the gluten free setting.
I didn't have to ask if my family liked the seeded bread. You just know these things when big sister and little brother race get to the last piece.
I didn't realize how precious the moments when all my family sits down together at lunch. Daddy away at work. Mama teaching school all day. Like it used to be when some of us still needed someone to butter our bread. The world white outside. Snug inside, warmth. How can I forget such happy days? We never had enough money. Never. Not in all the days I remember. But who needs money when a peanut butter and jelly sandwich brings so much joy?
Now I wonder what miracle can make the sun on this grass, the railroad tracks, history so soon. All part of another day. All part of another memory. Another thing to be thankful for. I'm glad for the old world, this wonderful world I live in.