Good Loaf Party

My life was a series of achievements, triathlons, marathons, ice climbing, and taking a business from my kitchen to my garage, to a retail store. I seldom put on the brakes. Selling the Good Loaf broke my heart, especially because it was the result of my health. I loved my bakery. I loved the people that worked next to me. I loved the customers. We were creative, crazy, playful misfits that got up in the middle of the night to play in dough. Cat Empire would be blaring. Time was a blur. My astute husband  once said that the only thing that would keep me awake past 9:00 was baking. 

The Crew + family

After the cancer diagnosis my family asked what was on my bucket list… you know the one we are all supposed  have. First thing on the list was create a bucket list.  I never had one.  It was time take a moment and look back. It was time for a  Good Loaf reunion. The beauty of social media is within a day the word spread and the party grew beyond the size of my home. Amy LaBelle a woman has an infinite number of responsibility’s and yet has the time to acknowledge my journey was thoughtful and gave me a beautiful space to celebrate.  

When you own your own business its a part of you. The people  that take a chance and are willing to join in your vision become family. As the founder there is a fondness for them. You assume they are kind because of the paycheck. Thank God  I had the reunion. My love for these loafers was shared by the people that stuck my me while my health took a nose dive. If love could kill cancer cells the that night of November 22, then I should be cured. After the night was over I couldn’t sleep. I felt so much love and gratitude. If  you know someone with a terminal illness don’t wait for the funeral to send flowers and don’t  wait for the eulogy to express what they meant to you. I’ve have yet to hear a story of someone coming back from the dead to say thank you!