she oh-so-enjoys cooking

the hullabaloo she creates
the sound of her knife gracefully hitting the chopping board

the fragrant aroma filling up the space
the final very-edible-thank-you-very-much creation

yet she bemoans the clean up
make that, the MAJOR clean up

but all that hardwork (even scrubbed the stove, alright)
simply evaporates each time when she sees this



and Love just fills that heart of hers

she's glad she did it, if not, who knows what he'll eat
junk food, yet again?

her day was just so blissed
met babyboo twice in a day, what else could she have asked for?

felt so right, felt so strong
full of many pleasant surprises and cheerful banter

and above all,
ahhhh yes..

Love
His.his.her.them.

it'sjustme&youbabyboo/forever&ever
i'vealwaysprayedforHisOverarchingBlessing/inHimweshallhavefaith
this'episode'thatwe'regoingthrough/it'sjustme&youbabyboo