I made bread yesterday as a gift for friends we’ll be visiting this weekend. A favorite bread with wheat flour and oatmeal, sunflower seeds and molasses. As I was kneading the dough, I was thinking about giving a loaf of homemade bread as a gift.
I vividly remember a talk I had with my daughter when she was about six. She was sitting in the back seat of the car, bouncing from one topic to another, when she asked me what my favorite things were. I replied, “You and Daddy.” With the exasperation only a six year old girl can muster, she replied, “We’re not THINGS, we’re people.”
The older we get, I think we’re all coming to the realization that “things” are overrated. Gifts of time and friendship mean the most. Okay, a really nice bottle of wine doesn’t hurt either!