I want to write about the
bakery two doors down from my new house. I want to tell you about the apple-cinnamon muffin I had for breakfast this morning that reminded me of the snickerdoodles my mom used to make. The crisp cinnamon and sugar crust followed by crumbly, cake-y goodness. I want to leave a trail of ingredients and directions that lead you to a pot of apple-cinnamom muffin gold. But, all I can think about is my dad and the fact that he is having a tumor removed from his brain tomorrow morning...
...And I am 2,500 miles away from home.
Get well soon, Dad! I love you!