I am currently in the process of baking. There is something comforting in baking. I like to get my hands right into the dough. It's reminiscent of childhood, not afraid to get your hands right into the dirt or mud. Baking also reminds me of times when I was eager to lick the spoon/bowl/beater after my mom was done and had the cookies or cake in the oven.
I miss being a child. Things were so simple. Now, I just have baking and the occasional private moments where I can talk to stuffed animals or sing to myself, or even play make believe. Where does our imaginations go as we age? I know many say they won't or wouldn't lose it. But I see it fading in familiar eyes. The hardships of being an adult takes their toll on everyone... Has it taken a toll on me too? I would like to say no, but sometimes I feel like it's all slipping away. The dreams, the joy of simple things.
Last night I had a moment of childhood I had forgotten. The hyper sleepover mode. Where you are just so excited to be away from home, with one of your best friends. You want to make the most of it. You don't want to fall asleep until dawn breaks. The happiest part of feeling this way again, was that I shared it with Tony. That may sound odd, but it made me so happy. That there is the magic, that I am so comfortable to be me, that he could be one of the best friends I could ever have. Aside from my mother. :)
Anyways, the cookies are calling me back to the oven.
Cheers for now!
