"I reach toward the stack of brownies. Going for the smallest square, figuring I'll just eat it and run. But when I see the unmistakable letter E carved right in its center--I know.
It's my sign.
The one I've been waiting for all along.
Just when I'd given up hope, Riley pulled through. Marking the smallest brownie on the plate with my initial in the exact same way that she used to do.
And when I look for the largest one and see an R carved onto it, I definitely know it's from her. The secret message, the one she promised, right before she left me for good....
I plucked it off the plate and plopped it into my mouth, closing my eyes as I savor its chewy sweetness, immediately immersed in the feeling of home. That wonderful place I was so lucky to revisit, no matter how short a time--finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place, it's wherever you make it."
How many senses bring us home again?
The smell of cinnamon bread
The taste of homemade chicken soup
The feeling of the fireplace's warmth
The sound of happy footsteps
The sight of mountains.
Miss you very much, Amanda...
ReplyDeleteWill be thinking of you with every taste of your yummy jelly! Thank you sweet heart ~ Mom