Skyfalls and Bread

When it seems to crumble that is when we stand tall….

Sir stood at the counter last night prepared to wait for the oven to preheat then put the bread in the oven.  This touched me.   He worked all day and yet here he was.   I told him to go rest and I would call him for dinner.

We had not eaten the comfort food that I prepared yet we were already comforting one another in the smallest of ways.


I know when the sky falls you will stand tall.




3 thoughts on “Skyfalls and Bread

  1. sometimes the smallest gestures are golden

  2. Mmmm, the one you love, and the smell of baking bread.


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