My daughter woke up this morning and handed me this....
When I finally got to work and was able to enjoy the fruits of her labor. It was not toasted as long as I wanted to be. There was a little too much butter on it for my liking. The lovely purple marker had bled through to top of the muffin. You know what, I ate it anyway. She made it for me and I appreaciate it. I have that little napkin with her handwriting on it hang on my cubicle wall now to remind me each and everyday how much I am loved.
an English muffin that she toasted, buttered and wrapped in this napkin that she wrote on. It was so cute and I really appreciated it. It was nice to have her do something for me, but then I began to think what does she want. Then I felt bad for thinking that. I think that we all sometimes over think things and don't savor the moment of what has just happened. Once I stopped over thinking it, I was able to appreciate the time and care that went in to her doing that for me this morning. I was able to appreciate her in my life and how much I loved her. I finally realized that she was showing me love in her own way. It is sometimes the simple things that make you feel special.
When I finally got to work and was able to enjoy the fruits of her labor. It was not toasted as long as I wanted to be. There was a little too much butter on it for my liking. The lovely purple marker had bled through to top of the muffin. You know what, I ate it anyway. She made it for me and I appreaciate it. I have that little napkin with her handwriting on it hang on my cubicle wall now to remind me each and everyday how much I am loved.
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