Bread from Heaven
Some people say that marriage is more like a marathon than a sprint. If that’s the case, I won the bread portion of our marathon a few weeks ago.
For a long time, I have wanted us to get a breadmaker. Since I would have very little to do with the actual machine, the decision didn’t rest with me. I knew I would enjoy the end product, but that didn’t carry enough weight.
Maria insisted we didn’t need some contraption to make bread. She could make bread just fine on her own. And she could.
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Tradition Has Its Place
When Maria and I first talked about getting married, we looked at where we might want to live. We had lived in Hanover for a few years each, but didn’t know if this is where we wanted to settle permanently.
The longer we thought about it, however, the more we realized we didn’t want to leave.
We didn’t have that far to travel to Lancaster or Baltimore to visit our families. We had a nice quiet neighborhood to raise a child. We grew quite fond of local traditions and customs.
The local paper has had a lot of back-and-forth about our local Halloween traditions. I don’t like to get high and mighty, but the newcomers should back off.