Thursday, May 9, 2024 Bread, Bread, Bread…

My husband tells a funny story about when he was a youngster. His dad was coming to pick him up at home and take him somewhere and his mother told him, “Don’t forget to ask your dad to pick up bread while you’re out running errands.” “Okay!” he said. “Make sure you tell him,” she reminded him again as the time got closer. “Okay!” he said. When his dad arrived, Kris went out to the car to meet him, saying under his breath, “Bread, bread, bread…” but as soon as he opened the car door, he said, “Hi Dad!” and completely forgot about the bread. Ha ha! We’ve had lots of “bread, bread, bread” moments over the years.

So, today my friend Julie was coming to my house for a good old-fashioned tea party. She had requested that the felt animals and co. make an appearance, so I put them out on one end of the table. I had put a lovely crocheted item out on the table that one of my grandmas had made, topped by a beautifully embroidered table runner that the other grandma had made. I got out our best dishes. On the menu: scones, lemon curd, jam, Devonshire cream, two kinds of cheeses, strawberries, mango lassies and, of course, TEA. “As soon as she gets here,” I said to myself, “I’m going to take a nice photo of the whole thing and get a good photo of me and Julie as well. I can share them on my blog!” But once she arrived, I went out to greet her: “Julie!” and it was a “bread, bread, bread…” moment. All thoughts of saving the moment for posterity with my camera were gone.

We had such a wonderful time: good fellowship, telling stories, remembering fun moments from our childhood, laughing together, occasionally become Verklempt together, rejoicing in our shared faith…and that was the whole point anyway.

After she left, I took a photo of the felt creatures, who sat and watched us with interest while we were eating and behaved with great decorum.

I’ll probably delete this in the…bread, bread, bread…