Teeth.

Dear Fleur.
This morning I woke up and wanted muffins and cupcakes and berries. I laid underneath my blankets and buried my face in my pillow. No, I did not want muffins and cupcakes and berries. I wanted Jesus. I wanted to go read my Bible instead of eat breakfast. I wanted to read about Daniel. So I did.
But really I wanted muffins and cupcakes and berries.
Sitting on my bedroom floor with my journal open and my Bible on my lap and Le Petit Prince on my knee, I realized what a privilege it is to eat. To cook. To bake. To stand in the kitchen and be able to make poppyseed muffins. I can't even really explain it. It was like an epiphany of everything good and beautiful that tastes. I missed putting an apron on and baking bread.
I never thought what it would feel like to be someone who can't cook.
It must be hell.
So today I told myself I would make a loaf of bread. In the middle of my fast. Which is totally ridiculous, but Tazza and I have Art History homework to do, so why not make good of our time studying? I remember things better if I'm doing something while I study. "That cathedral was built in the 12th century because I was baking sugar cookies and I remember." It's weird, but it works.

I read the first 2 chapters of Daniel. I chose Daniel because he is one of my favourites. And he fasted too.
Did you know Daniel could interpret dreams? I am pretty much super jealous of him right now. I always wanted to be able to interpret dreams. I didn't want to get thrown in a lion's den, but I always liked dreams. It's kind of amazing that he got out of that. And he couldn't have without God. Which makes it even more amazing. But I'm not even at that part. I'm still at the beginning.

I'll be going to draw pink pictures now and bake bread. I think I'll make cupcakes on the day after the last day. But I won't be able to the eat them.
The Church is fasting 7 days. On the 7th day, I get all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled out. Isn't that swell?
Love Bella.

today i want to make almond joys.

dear fleur.
this is a reallllyyyy nice bakery. i think it's darling. it's gorgeous.
unfortunately,
i've never been.
one time i worked in a bakery for a few days. when i stayed in snohomish with kirsten. i liked it. a lot. it was on a farm.
we made cinnamon rolls every morning. and i was standing in the little cold kitchen at about 10AM on one of those days, and i realized that i wanted to do this.
i want to bake.
it was a crazy moment for me. because i want to do a lot of things. and i suddenly really wanted to do this more than anything else. or until i could do something else.
i like the idea of it.

if i move to bend, or wherever, i am going to try and work in a bakery.
i think it would be nice.
love bella.