sometimes, fleetingly, melancholy visits... and there is an emptiness of heart and no explanation for it at all.... but there is a sacredness in that emptiness too: to know that the melancholy is part of the ride... a lump in my throat that feels like I swallowed an orange.. dutch husband has returned to work this week and it feels like part of me is missing...missing his voice asking 'do you want a cup of tea, Babe?' (his pet name for me)... missing just knowing he is in the other room, or sitting watching a movie with him. having him there every second of the day.
to keep myself occupied today, I made some Banana, apple and nutmeg Victory muffins.. don't ask me why they are called victory muffins.. I have no idea at all..mine are not picture book perfect.. they rose up over the top of that muffin pan and kept going..ending up like the Leaning tower of Pisa...they would be shunned by the chic little coffee shops... the icing was runny because ~thinking of my waist line~ I used low fat cream cheese instead of the full fat, .. imperfect? or perfect?... depends which eyes you look at them with...
he is one of the
kindest, caring and gentle people that I know ~ (and he loves me & my muffins)... and he is mine.. I am a lucky girl...
is there such a thing as a soul mate? yes, I do believe there is.. I have mine.
sometimes, fleetingly, melancholy visits... and there is an emptiness of heart and no explanation for it at all.... but there is a sacredness in that emptiness too: to know that the melancholy is part of the ride... a lump in my throat that feels like I swallowed an orange.. dutch husband has returned to work this week and it feels like part of me is missing...missing his voice asking 'do you want a cup of tea, Babe?' (his pet name for me)... missing just knowing he is in the other room, or sitting watching a movie with him. having him there every second of the day.
to keep myself occupied today, I made some Banana, apple and nutmeg Victory muffins.. don't ask me why they are called victory muffins.. I have no idea at all..mine are not picture book perfect.. they rose up over the top of that muffin pan and kept going..ending up like the Leaning tower of Pisa...they would be shunned by the chic little coffee shops... the icing was runny because ~thinking of my waist line~ I used low fat cream cheese instead of the full fat, .. imperfect? or perfect?... depends which eyes you look at them with...
he is one of the kindest, caring and gentle people that I know ~ (and he loves me & my muffins)... and he is mine.. I am a lucky girl...is there such a thing as a soul mate? yes, I do believe there is.. I have mine.
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Aww Robyn- I'd like to draw one of those big blue hearts around this entire post. It's beautiful. Everything a home, and the people in it, should be. Somehow you don't feel the love in a coffee shop "tres chic" muffin- yours, overflowing. Instead of Victory muffin, call it a Pisa muffin - "a pisa home-baked goodness" Bon Apetit friend!xxxxx
now youre inspiring ME to bake...luckily its way too hot here to put the oven on, or MY waistline will be suffering too! lol!
Mmmm, yummy muffins and a soulmate -- you are a rich woman, indeed.
Hi Robyn,
I know what you mean. I feel the same about my husband !!!
Those muffins looks so very yummy.
Have a great day !!
If you ask me, (and you didn't,) I'd say perfection is over rated when it comes to muffins, and rare when it comes to husbands.
You got both right.
big hugs
xxx
So happy you have a good man to walk this life with you.
That's beautiful . I do so love mine too.
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