After bringing Sam to his social group, Helaina met me for a rare and very chilly dusk-into-dark walk along the canal.
Many of these photos are blurry, especially as it gets colder and darker. Think of them as 'artistic'...
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After bringing Sam to his social group, Helaina met me for a rare and very chilly dusk-into-dark walk along the canal.
Many of these photos are blurry, especially as it gets colder and darker. Think of them as 'artistic'...
Today, for the first time this winter, Sam and I decided to bake cinnamon
bread. Instead of baking several loaves, as we usually do, we only baked little snowmen
and Christmas trees.
The first time I did this was many years ago when Sam was small. Instead of baking an additional loaf, I took some of the batter and I poured it into some molded pans.
When they were done baking, I put them on the cooling rack. Sam came over and stared at them silently for quite awhile before going back to sit on the couch.
Later that afternoon, out of nowhere, Sam came over to me and quietly said, "That was a cool thing you did with that cinnamon bread."
It's hard to convey how astounding that kind of comment was, coming from him at that point in time.
I think about this a lot. And every time I do, I almost tear up.
In case you're interested, Here's the recipe...
On the way back from the indoor farmer's market this morning, Sam and I got caught in a snow squall. I like it when things look Christmas-y, but I like it better when it looks Christmas-y at Christmas.
By the time it approaches mid-January, I'm pretty much ready for spring.