India and I made bread this morning, and when we went to the church for supper, we brought two of the older women in the congregation each a half loaf of bread, to thank them for all of the cooking they have been doing for these community suppers. They were thrilled when she handed them their brown bags of bread, and responded enthusiastically.
As I was putting India to sleep tonight, we had this conversation.
“Did it feel good when Tien and Helen were so happy with your bread India?”
“Yeah. Tien gave me a hug and kiss even……. Tien is the puffy one right? And Helen is the really old one. Too old to jump and run. And also, even if you want to, you can’t jump on old people. Because you could really hurt them.”