“How many cookies does it take to be happy?” Thalia teased.
Urania scowled at the Muse of Wit. “Tell me you haven’t touched those cookies!”
“So far… I’ve decided it’s not five.” Thalia’s eyes sparkled. “Relax… I haven’t eaten any. I’ve just drank… errrr, drunk?… in their beauty and craftsmanship with my eyes.”
Calliope felt joy in the skill of Typist’s niece… a bonafide TexMexYankee whose work deserves to be tasted by the masses. “I can’t wait to deliver these to our oncology team tomorrow,” she bubbled. “Giving is the most delicious form of receiving.”
A word from Typist:
Today our family celebrates the life of my father-in-law, David Boenning. He entered eternal life on April 13, 2022. The story I am telling myself is that he’s still with us… rays of sunlight steaming through colorful stained glass. I am grateful for the family he helped to raise that has always welcomed me with open arms and hearts. I will miss our card games, but am holding tight to the lessons he taught me.
You have so much on your plate right now. I'm so sorry to read of the loss to your family. He is still with you all but just in a different way. Hold on to the memories no matter what they are. Share them with everyone as often as you can. Sharing them helps those that are too young to remember him. The cookies look delicious and I am praying you get to stomp on that C some more tomorrow.
I'm so sorry for your family's loss, Gail. What a juxtaposition to the cookies--so full of life! As to your question of how many does it take to be happy...one or a gazillion, as long as you have the choice.