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Fresh Bread Each Day

Kochana,
Mother always prepared her meals from scratch. Even the green beans or corn were canned except during the yield season. Every meal had fresh bread. It was biscuits for breakfast, and fresh rolls or hot corn bread for lunch and dinner. No meal was complete without hot bread from the oven. When the school bus arrived at my home, mom was  baking yeast rolls. Everyone on the bus could smell them. Our bus driver often said that one day he would stop the bus and get a savory hot roll. We would beg mom for one roll before dinner. She would agree and that delicious treat would carry us over until dinner was ready. Bread is best when it is fresh out of the oven. Mom’s fresh bread taught me that effort is necessary to add the finishing touch to a meal. Our life together is similar to mom’s fresh bread. The spontaneity and wit you bring to my day stimulates creativity in our relationship by presenting new ideas, possibilities, and points of view that stir and blend the basics of devotion, dedication, faithfulness, love, hope, appreciation, patience and understanding into a refreshing and revived friendship and romance. Romance because it is always stirred by stimulating sharing. Mind reaches out to mind and we mentally hold hands. The heart is sure to follow bursting out in passionate embrace. When hearts embrace, physical senses awaken and manifest in intimacy. My dearest, you are my fresh bread in the monotony of my day. Routine is a requirement of order. Just as salt adds savor to food, your freshness brings excitement to an otherwise boring situation. This is just one many reasons that I love you. You are fresh bread each day.

Needing you as always, Kocham Cie, Kochany