Baking bread while the Pie sleeps in this morning, I saw my pretty rings with a dusting of flour. I realized that this quiet moment is a beautiful reflection of my life as a wife and mother, a life I never expected, a life I didn’t think I wanted, a life I would have never thought would have brought me so much happiness.
I stood there for a moment, mid-knead, and appreciated my life. I appreciated my wonderful husband and the life he has given me. I appreciated my (sleeping) baby and all that she has brought to my life. I stood a little bit dumbfounded that I have all this in my life – a full, happy life that I might have avoided.
I kept kneading. I set the bread aside to rise, washed my hands, and went out to tend my garden.