I hope...

...that when we have a baby I will still find a day here and there to spend in the kitchen, cooking for my loved ones, like I am today. I want my child to grow up looking forward to mom's bread, like I looked forward to my dad's bread as a kid. There was nothing like walking through the door after school to the smell of french bread, and having him hand me a slice with nutella on it. It was a rare event, but I think that made me appreciate it even more.