â€˜You taught me precious secrets / of a true love withholding nothing…
If my words donâ€™t come together, please listen to the melody /
[be]cause my love is in there somewhere hidingâ€™
I have not said â€˜thank youâ€™ as many times or to as many people as I should. In the aftermath of 2009, I felt loved at the least – if not carried.
Angels walk among us; I know because one of them sent me spoons.
There was also a sweet personal story, a recipe box, recipes, vegan chocolate chips, beautiful cupcake cups, and an exquisite apron.
Maybe they weren’t as pretty as the photo in the cookbook, but making them was music to my soul. Who knew a girl could find so much joy in spoons and corn meal?
Thank you, Thomas family, for this and your many beautiful gifts.