Waiting for a bus to come, or a train to go, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a yes or a no…

Everyone is just waiting…

But that’s not for you! You’ll go on to where boom bands are playing.

With love.

Picked wild and free on the hillsides I roamed as a child, packed, and shipped with love.

Measured, poured, spilled, and felt by tiny hands full of curiosity and mixed with love.

Poked, commented upon, and laughed at, with love.

Mixed, rolled, filled, and baked with love.

Eaten with gusto, feeling the love.