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    When I was 13, I wanted a tattoo of a chinese dragon on my back. Luckily, I have somewhat matured since then.




Cinnamon raisin bread reminds me of the first few days after giving birth to Harper. I made a special request for my mom to bring a loaf to the hospital and it’s basically all I ate for 24 hours because nothing else sounded good. Our first week at home when no normal sleep schedule existed and we were taking shifts that had me up at 4 in the morning like it was a normal 2 in the afternoon, all that I snacked on was raisin bread. It’s weird being catapulted right back in to moments from seven months ago! I hope that I always have a good memory.


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Somehow, good hospital memories are always linked to particularly good memories of particular foods. Cinnamon raisin bread ain’t a bad choice. :)

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