The day began as the Sabbath, giving it a jumpstart of goodness. Slept in. Had breakfast in bed. Read. Went to church. Cooked lunch with my son–a Sabbath ritual that’s super special to me.
And then I found this at my doorstep. No note. Just a purple bag of yummies and purple flowers. The purple sort of gave my friend, Judy, away.
The packaging of the chocolates was purple too. Almost too pretty to open.
But open it, I did; Of course, I did! Such color and presentation! Can you not taste it?
Dee-Leesh-She-Yes! Absolutely nothing was wasted. Not even the bow.