Someone (not pointing any fingers, Dad) forgot to bring up my birthday package from the Snyders last Saturday, so Sunday, sweet Connie and Bill brought it up just to be nice. I didn't ask them to, they're just cool like that. Liam was especially thrilled because the package had THREE delicious loaves of Grandma Connie Bread, or manna from heaven, which is what I call it in my post-bread glucose stupor ;)
2 comments:
I love that it tastes like grandma!
It may not taste like Grandma Nonnie to me, but it is still THE BEST! I'm glad your dad forgot it- more for me! :)
Happy Belated Birthday, btw. We failed to mention that we put the pen in Maya's sleeping hand for her to sign the card. Aren't we great? :)
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