I Want Breb!

GRATEFUL GIRL'S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:
Okay, so yesterday, I made a comment about fitting into your skinny jeans by avoiding bread...some of you called me out on it. Let's try it again; this time the communications gal will try to convey meaningful, clear thoughts. Smile.

Keeping along the bread theme, allow me to share a story I was telling to the Kimerer side of the family on Easter Sunday...the Marinucci peeps witnessed it live. #funnystory When Kyle was about nine months old, he was sitting in his high chair next to my Pop at a Labor Day dinner gathering at my sister's. As I put a few Cheerios in front of him and prepared to bust out some awesome turkey paste and liquefied sweet potatoes, his big brown eyes spotted my Dad slicing a big old, honkin' hunk of homemade Italian bread from a loaf Mom had brought. Suddenly, without prompt or warning, the little man blurted out his first complete sentence: "I want breb!" We were taken aback for a second; could this baby actually be calling us out for giving him faux food puree in lieu of the good stuff everyone around him was gleefully devouring? He cleared it up by yelling a second time: "I WANT BREB!" And breb he had; so began his love for homemade Italian bread. 

The point is: we all have our food Achilles's heel, no? Mine is bread/pasta ---seems to be a family trait. And while restraining from caving to cravings is a typically good thing; my pal Shelly makes a good point when she says there are far more concerning things in life than fitting into your skinny jeans. 

Off the top of my head, some of the biggies are faith, family, honor, integrity, kindness, forgiveness and love. #breadoflife

So, load up on those and eat the rest in moderation for best results, methinks. But every now again, you can still treat yourself to a huge, warm, wonderful slice of breb.

Alleluia. Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your kindness. You hide them in the shelter of your presence from the plottings of men. R. Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit. Alleluia. Alleluia Jn 6:35ab I am the bread of life, says the Lord; whoever comes to me will never hunger. 

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