As I walked through the front door, the smell of homemade bread assaulted my nose. I went searching out my Hubby right away. Normally on a Sunday afternoon, after a long day of work. I would come home to find him taking his Sunday afternoon nap, while Brad plays a video game and everyone else hangs out in their rooms. The quiet is something I appreciate on a Sunday afternoon. But, not today. It was a very different. Emi was gone to church, a singles ward. The girls were busy on their computers, and Brad was the only one doing the usual gaming. Hubby was in the kitchen making bread. Wonderful tasting homemade bread. Then he delighted my heart with sweet news. He figured out how to make a pizza that I could eat. I haven't had pizza (one of my favorite foods) for going on 7 weeks now. Oh, how it delighted my heart. Such a simple thing. It tasted really good. Didn't even take the time to take a photo.