I smell like frosting. Earlier LB smeared vanilla frosting from a friend's birthday cake all over my black sweater. It looked terrible, it was sticky, and I had to take time to clean it up. I was disappointed to have gotten dirty, as I was going to wear that sweater to sing in choir later. Yet now I smell like vanilla frosting. That's not such a bad deal.
Even when disappointing or painful things happen, sometimes you're left with something lovely that you didn't anticipate.
*(Sweetly Broken is a song by Jeremy Riddle)
1 comment:
yummo. if it didn't sound so wrong, i'd say i want to lick you.
the word of the day is foriesi.
praying for you, dear one.
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