She’d take a slice of white bread and spread butter on it and sprinkle with cinnamon and sugar and put that in her toaster oven. I remember it being over in the corner next to the little wooden cabinet. Jody replaced the glass with plexiglass years ago, and I’ve since painted it green but it lives on still.

The smell of that cinnamon toast she was making for me would waft all the way back into that “purple” bedroom where I stayed when I slept over. I’m not sure if it was always purple or if thats just a stage that I remember it in that maybe was my favorite. She had 2 silhouettes that hung on the wall by the bed and I remember starring into those for long periods of time pretending I was inside the picture. She is why I love silhouettes…

If it was a Sunday morning when I woke up there that meant I had slept over Saturday night and at 7pm we had watched Lawrence Welk, and after that, we’d walk out to the end of her front sidewalk to look up at the moon. She is why I love the moon…

and likely- she is why I love cinnamon too.