Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Do you love the same things I do?

A perfectly ripe peach
The kind that drips down your chin, your neck, and down the collar of your shirt.

Harry Potter series
They were gripping, suspenseful, vivid, and thrilling. I'm afraid the movies were not of the same caliber.

There's something to thrilling about taking many unrelated ingredients and creating a delicious dish from them.

It's crispy, it's salty. What's not to love? I'm a little bit of a bacon snob though, because I only buy the nitrate free version, and I never, never purchase turkey bacon (too soggy).

Not too hot, not too cold. Like Goldilocks, I want my weather to be just right. I also love those brilliant salmon colored maple leaves.

It's sweaty, it's bloody, sometimes there's throw-up. Mom gives it all she has to get what she wants most. There's nothing like that moment where suddenly there's another person in the room.

Staying there. Returning from being away. Being snowed in.

Once I became a parent, I discovered sleep is perhaps the greatest luxury item. (Honey, forget the diamonds. All I really want is for you to keep the kids so I can get a few extra hours in my bed.)

I have three, all sweet.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, but He has always been there, and He always will be.

1 comment:

  1. I'm with you on Harry Potter, Fall, Home, Sleeping, and Jesus! This is fun :)