I remember the first time I ever tasted sweet bread. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. I went over her house one Saturday with my younger cousins and Mama Long buttered up some bread, sprinkled some sugar on it, and warmed it up. OMG! It was so good! It not only warmed my little tummy,  but warmed my heart, because the best thing about Mama Long's sweet bread was that it was made with love! #Grandma's love! I love her and will miss her, but I have some comfort in knowing she is resting in God's arms and that she has rejoined Papa Long and Aunt Cynthia!