My sweet boy,

Guess what, I bought myself a bread maker for my birthday. I remember talking with Miss Courtney and Miss Clarissa about them at the park before and I said I wanted one. I decided that turning forty was a good enough reason to finally get myself the bread maker, that and the fact that it was on sale for Black Friday.

It got delivered right before I picked everyone up from school so of course we needed to go right to the store after. I needed to buy whole milk, yeast, and any other possible thing I would need for one of these bread recipes that I wanted to make.

Now because it’s me and I get way too excited, I started making some bread when we got home from the store. I did not pay attention to the total amount of time it would take or any nonsense like that. Instead, I just went ahead and started the whole process around 6pm. I happily added all the ingredients with the boys and then got everything turned on. It wasn’t until five minutes after I turned it on was it that I realized it was a three and a half hour process.

It’s currently 10:53pm and I’m lying in Ellie’s bed with her while she goes to sleep because I just got out of the boys’ room. The bread was not finished until around 9:30pm and obviously I needed to wait until it was done to put your siblings to bed. They saw my excitement and needed to try the bread before they went to bed.

Technically, the machine did most of the work and it didn’t take much talent from me. However, the boys loved and appreciated the bread. They said it was my greatest birthday gift ever and really inflated my confidence and mood.

The bread is no Miss Courtney’s dinner rolls that you snuck upstairs so you didn’t have to share, but it makes me think of her and you. I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.