Toast.

20200404_144134This morning, I was sitting at the table trying to get some writing done when the smell of bread toasting in the oven floated through. It was so sweet and warm that it reminded me of the dinner rolls that they used to bake in the cafeteria when I was in junior high school. They were so fluffy and buttery and wonderful. I have only been able to replicate them a few times, but they were a very good thing.

If I was experiencing my regular routine and running everywhere to get everything done for myself and my children, would I have even had that moment of reflection earlier today? Would I have even noticed the smell of the bread wafting through the kitchen and dining area or would I have been pushing that treadmill, trying so hard to get from point a to point b? I hope when this is over, I can continue to be mindful of the simple things that are going on all around me.

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