is a tomato sandwich. Fresh picked tomatoes right out of the garden, sliced nice and thick, a little salt and pepper, and a healthy dollop of mayo on each slice of this homemade bread. I made this bread yesterday for the first time and Tony declared it my best ever. It is that good. The only changes I made were to use vegan butter and I only used one tablespoon of yeast. Believe me, it rose beautifully. I am sorry there are no pictures. My sandwich did not last that long.
I made the dough before leaving for my non-stress test. The baby is not stressed, just head up. The dough got a nice two-hour rise thanks to some other babies who were stressed, so I had to wait. I prayed for those mamas and their babies.
Last night was the weekly outdoor concert on Ft. Eustis. I made some peanut butter cookies to take with us to share and we met some friends over there. Minus the bugs, it was a lovely evening. On the way home, the moon rose to greet us and guide us home. It was ever so big, red and glowing as it first peeked through the trees, then fading to orange and finally it took on a golden hue and we all were in awe. Wisps of clouds hung round it like the rings of Saturn. I never grow tired of the wonders of nature.
Early this morning, Tony and I tip-toed out of the house before dawn to go to Mass together. The sun, not wanting to be outdone by the moon's magical performance last night, came bursting from the horizon a pinkish red.
I am trying to savor these last days of pregnancy, spending extra snuggle time with each of the kids. My emotions and senses are heightened, I am sure. At Mass this morning, I wept for Ben, who will have been in Heaven for 5 years this next week. I miss his presence daily, but this year will be the first time I have not been able to go back to Georgia and tend to his grave, or just sit there with him for a while.
Enough rambling on for now, I must go and not let the laundry get the best of me.