Delight

Dear future me,

(Yes, this is happening). Never forget today, even though it's mediocre and normal and nothing extravagant happened. Today is Saturday and you woke up at exactly 8:26 am. Your heart skipped a little because you had to be at work in 34 minutes. You looked in the mirror and prayed to God that he would stretch time because there was no way in you know where that you would have that mane tamed in the next 3 minutes. Dang it. You should have woken up 5 hours ago. Miraculously you got your hair fixed, make-up on, and clothes in 21 minutes. So you pulled your pants out of the dirty clothes and you refused to look at the back of your hair for fear of finding a gingy fuzzy mess. Ignorance is bliss in a lack-of-clean-clothes-and-good-hair-type Saturday mornings.

Just as you finished getting presentable, Autumn ran down the hall with her top knot and velvet pants and informed you she just ate the best apple she had eaten in a long, long time. You laughed not only because she was wearing velvet pants, but because she was just so excited about that apple. Plus she looked good in those pants and you kind of wished you had a pair. And then you pictured your ghetto booty in burgundy velvet and suddenly wished you couldn't picture things in your mind and swore never to buy velvet pants. You decided you were going to celebrate today.

You and Autumn jumped in the Mazda and flew downtown to your sweet little work. You just love that place. You told Autumn that you were excited about today and that it was going to be a fun day. Isn't it the best that you work with Autumn? Could you ask for a more fun situation than cooking all day with your roommate? Let me answer that. No, you couldn't. You said a prayer in your head that the Lord would give you the grace to accept His love, freedom, and blessings. You know sometimes you think you need to be punished for not being perfect, and then you remembered, "He brought be out into a wide open space. He rescued me because, He delighted in me." And just knowing that the Lord of the Universe filled delights in you up your soul like Niagra Falls falling into a plastic baby pool. Your heart nearly exploded from knowing you were loved so deeply. Remember that feeling?

You two walked into work and laughed because you realized that the entire restaurant was going to be ran by a 16 yr old, two 22 yr olds, and a 29 year old. Today was going to be. Just be. And you were excited about it.

You two made 3 pies. You burnt a whole pan of pesto bites. You hurriedly made another pan and acted like nothing happened and fist pumped Autumn at the completion. You ate 3 chips and it was all over. You needed to taste test everything in the restaurant. The soup. The whipped cream. The pie. Twice. The chicken salad. Three times. The soup again. And again. One more time? Oh okay sure I forgot what it tastes like. Wash it down with a 16 ouncer of diet coke. Repeat all the above. After eating for longer than you would ever admit, you iced that cake. And just as you were finishing your boss called to make sure you iced the cake. Thank God you stopped testing everything just in time to get checked up on by the boss. Thank you Jesus for that short lived spurt of self control.

Creed came on the radio and you danced and laughed and sang in your Creed voice.

You mopped and did dishes and laughed some more. Made lots of coffee. And then Jessica told you that your boss told her that you do a really good job at what you do. And you felt like a giddy school girl on the inside but you just smiled and nodded your head as Jess told you. And again you were reminded of that dream you've had for as long as you can remember of going to culinary school. You've wanted to go ever since you made your mom cookies when you were 6 while she was napping. You accidentally used 2 cups of salt instead of sugar. Rookie mistake. And your mom took a bite and almost threw up and you could not have been more proud.

Then work finished and you took off your apron and went to starbucks and got tea. And now here you are writing this on your couch. Wishing you were in your pajamas. Or better yet, pantsless. Who even likes pants? Not me, that's for dang sure.

Just don't forget today. Why not celebrate and remember the everyday?

Learning to love you,

Morgan