|A Twinkle in the COLD sky...|
One of my favorite memories as a child was the nights where my father and I would gather in the kitchen and make homemade chocolate chip cookies. It would start with the batter, of course, and we knew the recipe by heart. Looking back now, I know the recipe is nothing other than a memorized version of the back of the chocolate chip package, but I thought he was a genius at the time because he knew such a wonderful recipe. I would beat the sugar and butter together by hand with a spoon until my hand absolutely hurt...and then he and I would add all the ingredients and stir. Of course we had to each take a spoonful and lick the bowl when done.
I remember measuring out spoon size doses of dough and putting them on a cookie sheet, sneaking a bite here and there. Then the anticipation of waiting for the cookies to emerge from the oven was overwhelming! When they were finally done, the sweet smell would fill the entire house and draw my mother, sister, and brother downstairs. I remember lots of good times, lots of laughing, and good quality entertainment.
I want to thank the new person in my life for reviving this nostalgic feeling. I kept trying to figure out just what this "relationship" reminds me of....why it keeps a smile on my face for so long. This feeling is similar to the chocolate chip cookie feeling. It's a feeling of pride and ownership. It reminds me of being a kid again, playful and with that strong sense of innocence. It has the feeling of family and the butterflies of anticipation. I always slave through the day with just the hope of seeing him on my mind, every visit is intensely satisfying, and I always anticipate the next moment that we will spend together. It feels like home....and it doesn't feel awkward or forced. The feelings come naturally, the conversation flows, and there is never a shortage of entertainment - all similar to the nights the chocolate chip cookie brought my family together.
I feel terrible for comparing him to a cookie of all things...but it's not so much the cookie as the memories and emotions that the cookie is tied too.
I am hopelessly smitten....and hopefully, he might just be as well.