Baking

Sunshine spilled through the partially misted over window, spreading its warm rays across the cracked and flour covered tile counter where lay a large mound of soft, freshly made, bread dough. Grabbing the mas I pinched off a large portion, setting it aside as I got out the cinnamon and sugar to make the bread just a little better. I heard the shuffle of slippered feet behind me and then two soft warm hands covered my eyes. A melodious voice sounded directly behind my head. "Guess who" the voice said. In one smooth motion I scooped her up into my arms and swung her around. That was the plan anyways. What really happened was much more complicated and ended with us both on the ground laughing our heads off. I got up, hopelessly trying to dust the flour from my fleece pajama pant, the same flour that now covers the half the small kitchen, and helped my still laughing wife to her feet. I then scooped her into my arms and swung her around. She giggled like a school girl and I could help but smile. It was the perfect start to the day.