Food

Food is something that everyone needs in order to survive but it is also a love language. No it isnt a language everyone always understands but it is in fact a language. When two people share a meal it is a symbol of trust, especially if the meal is made by their own hands. Food is beautiful.

I view food as a sign of friendship and openness. I remember once a complete stranger made me an omelet because I had missed out on the pizza. I watched as she scrambled the eggs and fried ham and at the same time made a salad (complete with dressing) for another of her close friends. The way she moved around the kitchen made me smile. This was a woman I could trust, that I could become friends with. and you know what? I did become her friend the moment she handed me my omelet I was her friend. Someday I am going to make a friend by making them an omelet. I am going to be just like my newest friend.

Oh yes There was another instance in my life where food was a really important factor. Breakfast in bed. Now perhaps I shouldnt have experienced this yet but yes I slept with Jordan in his bed. No we did not do something that was inappropriate but I did sleep next to him and, in the morning, he brought me french toast when I woke up. I loved it. The best breakfast I have ever had.

:) I love my life.