The Story of Us
I spent longer than I care to admit looking for the man who would one day become my husband. The waiting was long and admittedly, more complicated than it needed to be. The arrival surprisingly simple-like something I’d misplaced and suddenly found. The date was Saturday October 26, 2019. I had spend the evening before preparing for a scone and jam making class at The Bakehouse Nola (what I affectionately called my New Orleans house on the weekends – I’d open the doors to ticketed strangers for baking classes and inevitable friendship). Continue reading The Story of Us at Joy the Baker.
I spent longer than I care to admit looking for the man who would one day become my husband. The waiting was long and admittedly, more complicated than it needed to be. The arrival surprisingly simple-like something I’d misplaced and suddenly found.
The date was Saturday October 26, 2019. I had spend the evening before preparing for a scone and jam making class at The Bakehouse Nola (what I affectionately called my New Orleans house on the weekends – I’d open the doors to ticketed strangers for baking classes and inevitable friendship).
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