I'm starting off the new year with a book, home baked bread, and blackberry jam. And yes, I am laughing.
A few days ago my husband asked if I'd thought about New Year's Resolutions. It was a funny question because as far as I know he's never made one before. I said of course I have, I'm going to laugh more in January. That in itself was funny because I knew what he was asking; I knew that he was suggesting we go on a "diet" together. He thinks I'm incredibly quirky and my answer caused him to laugh rather hard. After laughing at me he filled me in on what "New Year's Resolutions" was code for in his lexicon.
So it's the first day of a brand new 2017, he's at work. I'm up early. Little Abe is sound asleep in bed and I'm starting the New Year exactly as it should be, with all the little joys I could conjure up: a book in hand from the library that I've been enjoying the past few days, fresh home baked bread that little Abe and I worked most of the day on yesterday (if you can call waiting four hours for the loaves to rise, working on), and homemade black berry jam made from blackberries little Abe and I picked last summer with his Papa at his Great Grandma's blackberry patch. As for the bread, one thing I thought yesterday before the year began to officially draw to a close was that I should have baked more bread in 2016. I quickly remedied that by getting out the loaf pans, loads of flour, the yeast, ect; and baking bread to end the old year right.
Perfection if you ask me, a quiet beginning to a New Year with so many things that fill my heart with joy: books, bread, and berries. Oh yeah, and if you hadn't figured it out already I'm laughing because none of it (beside the book) fit nicely into my husband's New Year's Resolutions. Hey, I'm sticking to mine!