Barry and I hand in hand. I love Barry’s strong, warm hands. I need Barry’s help at times. His hands are always there. When I need a hand on steps. When I need a hand up. His hands are always readily there. His comfort makes me feel whole.
I have a husband deserving much. His hands deserve things my hands. Can no longer function to give. My hands shake when they function. I want to show Barry love. I want to show him appreciation. I will find another way love. Can shine through to Barry’s heart.
I will figure a way love. Can shine through my actions daily. I need him to know love. Still shines through in my actions. He deserves that and much more. His wonderful hands show me daily. That he loves me unconditionally always. He joins me in God’s hands. God’s plan guides our daily life. His watchful hands guide us daily.
Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail.
When I was three, I had to have my tonsils removed for the first time. They were swollen so badly that my throat was almost swollen shut. Needless to say, I could not or would not eat out drink much of anything before they took them out.
I remember the nurse bringing my first meal in after surgery. I could have kissed her. She had a tray full of Popsicles, sherbet and a nasty bowl of greasy chicken broth.
The Popsicle was my favorite. It was cherry, so cold, delicious, and made my throat feel so good. The sherbet was the perfect follow-up. It was tangy and delightful. I had never had a Neapolitan version of sherbet. But WOW! It was incredible. It made my throat feel so good or either I was just flat-out hungry enough to eat a horse. I loved every yummy spoonful. I never touched the broth…….salty, greasy, nasty, YUCK.
It might have had something to do with the pain medication I was given as well. I polished off the Popsicle and sherbet quickly, when I informed I could all I wanted. Once I discovered the nurses had an endless supply of cherry popsicles, it was over. I drove them nuts.
When I was three outpatient surgery did not exist. You spent a week in the hospital for almost everything.
By my discharge date, I had a permanent red circle around my lips. Those Popsicles were the most delicious meal I had ever been served. To date, I cannot turn down a cherry Popsicle and I prefer sherbet to regular ice cream. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. I guess, the two delectable treats being served as a meal, has added them to my list comfort foods. They are probably be my first comfort foods.