Monday, July 14, 2014
let's sit and sip and share.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd bring scones -homemade, cinnamon-sugar, creamy and rich. I mastered them FINALLY with much thanks to Alicia who encouraged me to try, try again. Also with thanks to the diagram in this post because I had NO CLUE I needed to knead the dough so heartily (or how therapeutic kneading happens to be).
If we were on a coffee date, I'd gush about how Jason's been holding my hand daily. Usually in the early morning just before my alarm goes off or in the late of night after he puts down his book while I'm fast asleep, sometimes when we're walking down the street. I adore the knot of our fingers -a sentiment I don't usually have when it comes to PDA.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd share about our Fourth of July. I'd talk your ear off about all the ways I love that day. How I adore the parade and our place in it, how the red, white, and blue goes right to my head, how I wear patriotic duds all week because I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF. I'd ask about your day, I'd hope you did all the fun, all-American things, that you saw fireworks and drank sangria and swam in the pool.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd tell you I'm reading Roald Dahl like mad and laughing at Beetlejuice with Jason. My dad loved Beetlejuice and it's like spending time with him. I loved Roald as a girl as I was learning to read and it's like I'm right back there pretending Matilda is my best friend performing magic tricks while Miss Honey makes us sandwiches.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd ask you about selfies. What you think of them, how you do them, when you feel most beautiful. I'd tell you how I believe they're good for me and for my confidence and for cherishing myself. I'd say I believe all women should practice taking them -even if just once a week. I'd acknowledge they're awkward, but so is getting fitted for a bra and getting a bikini wax. In the end, all worth the weirdness involved.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd share about baking powder. That stuff expires and when it does it stops working, stops fluffing and lifting your baked goods. Have you checked yours lately? Mine was two years past the date and I hadn't a clue... The problem of the flat cookies I mentioned in my last post have magically been solved.
If we were on a coffee date, I'd pray over you on my way home. I'd thank God for His goodness in giving you me. I'd ask Him to be present, to be felt, to shower you with some love and encouragement because it feels so damn good to me.
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