In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Grateful and Guilty.”
The Prompt: Whether it’s a trashy TV show, extra-pulpy fiction, or nutrient-free candy, write a thank-you note to your guiltiest guilty pleasure
I am writing to thank you for your black and white yumminess, and the way a mere twist of the wrist renders two pieces. I appreciate the fact that the way you are made offers me a variety of options to enjoy you; all at once, one dark side alone, one dark side with a smattering of creamy goodness, or your creamy inside scraped away to enjoy detached from it’s middle position. You know I don’t allow myself this luxury often, but when I do, I savor every delectable bite. The only thing that improves this experience is a lovely glass of milk to dip you in.
Sincerely,
One of your biggest (and I would mean literally if I didn’t exercise self-control) fans
Can you guess my guilty pleasure?
Guilty, But Grateful
Valentines shoe box
I remember when my girls were young and we had to buy or make valentines for the entire class. There were big decisions to be made about who got which one. Patience was a necessity as they carefully pondered the possible ramifications of each selection. “But mom, if I pick this one, he might think I like him”, and “Which one should I give my teacher?”
Some years we would carefully transform a shoe box into a glittering, shimmering, pink or red valentine mail box. After the inevitable Valentine party with punch and cupcakes, they would bring it home and excitedly show me all of their cards. I would catch them perusing them again later in their room and maybe tucking one in the frame of their dresser mirror.
We used to make some of them together with construction paper and doilies. We would cut out shapes, make drawings and pen our own verse, then deliver to family, friends and neighbors, often along with valentine cookies. Their smiles were the only reward I needed for my help. I imagine I could still find some of these treasures if I looked in the right boxes.
Time passes and those memories grow more precious to me as I try to hold on to every one of those sweet moments. Love grows and changes and those precious little children, who captivated us at birth, weave their own unique and precious pattern deeply and permanently into our hearts. Once again, I am so grateful for all the times I took the time to really enjoy them, to look in their eyes and listen to them.
Time flies and you never know what is waiting around the next corner. Live well and spend plenty of time with your family.
Casseroles and Cookies
Sweet Potato Casserole (before I melt the marshmallow), Green Bean Casserole and Squash Casserole and chocolate chip peanut butter cookies; my contribution to the meal today; ready to eat!!