I'm at one of those crossroads again. Not sure which way to turn . . . I've learned to wait. Oh, I could journey awhile down one path or another . . . but, that steals my wonder. So, I wait . . . and wonder . . . where everything is possible.
posted by Grandma and Grandpa Benson at
7:59 AM
3 Comments:
beautiful! thank you for reminding me... about wonder and waiting.
On a much different note: I've been captivated by the name of your blog, "Sleeping with Bread" - I see myself crawling into my bed with a nice fluffly loaf of fresh, homemade, white bread - and snuggling it like a pillow. I told my husband about your blog name and he said, "Maybe it's a type-o and her husband's name is Brad." tee-hee!
You guys are funny . . . I'll try it tonight and see if he responds . . . tee-hee!
P.S. It's a book.
I've been wondering about "sleeping with bread" too. Why does the book have that title?
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