Chocolate chips between my fingertips, holding each morsel tightly pinched. Â Being ever so careful, so they don’t slip. Â Each standing pointed and tall, with smooth twirly tips and all. Â The smell of sweet awaited expectations….
Grateful for the readers (eaters) and all their patience.
“Even as you have found yourself wondering away from the fathers’ hand…yet he knows your intent and the desires of your heart, and always, no matter how far you linger… He’s right there in front of you with his hand stretched out.”
(i.e., everyone has stuff to do, but what matters is that we make time for what we want)
BLESSINGS AND FAVOR TO ALL.
