Our neighbors, Francisco and Kate, just had their third child – a beautiful little girl named Gemma.
Mama A decided to bake up some tasty lasagna for them, plus some brownies to boot.
It’s the little things, the heartfelt brick and mortar approach to building bridges between neighbors and nations. A little comfort food never hurt either.
One I was little, the street my family lived on seemed as wide as the Mississippi River, but I was never afraid to run across it.
It’s a pretty small street actually, although I’d rubber-neck check both ways before I’d cross it today; it’s sad how we lose the bridge-building skills with age.