I have always loved eating.
Food makes me happy.
I love all the flavors, colors, textures, the variety – everything about it.
I think that food is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
Eating is a part of enjoying the abundant life God has given to us.
For 11 months, I did not get to enjoy even a bite.
Now, James thinks my feeding tube scar is another belly button.
I’m glad that he doesn’t remember what that scar and those months were like for his mommy.
A good meal is not something I will ever, ever take for granted (again).
So I always clean my plate, but
I still save room for dessert.
I love how the Casa Colina Article on my recovery ends by saying that “she still celebrates every trip to the grocery store.” It’s true.
I’m too blessed to be bitter.
*I am now on that Twitter thing (but I don’t know how to work it yet) — @hopehealskaw is the name, so follow Hope Heals (me, I guess).