Days of Being: September 10

My kids were fussy and I was fighting my own slump, so we went to my favorite bakery—what my kids had called “mama’s favorite bakery” since they could speak—for French baguettes and wild yeast sourdough bread and Belgian chocolate truffles. It was nice to get out a bit and be distracted from our funks. By the time we returned home we were more cheerful. We broke our bread and savored the chocolates, a sort of communion, a chance to remember who we were.

Days of Being is a micro-memoir project exploring memories and moments from every day of the year. Multiple years from my life are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my September 10s.