For me, it’s usually a dental bone. Or a rawhide. Or may, if I’m really lucky, a fragment of bacon or steak table scraps. Dessert is probably pretty different for me than it is for most people.
For my people, it’s either homemade chocolate cream pie or a slice of tiramisu or carrot cake or cheesecake or Butterfinger torte. And it’s all pretty yummy from what I can tell by smelling it. I never get samples, but it’s okay. I can see the joy that comes from dessert. It’s honest and true and real.
So is life, I realized today. When you’ve been through something, big or small, it changes you. It changes your outlook on life. It’s no secret I eat the same thing every day. And, for me, dessert is usually a dental bone or rawhide or maybe (if I’m lucky) a table scrap of some kind. But in a way it is the same for a lot of people.
Sometimes life gets kind of repetitive from day to day. It can seem like we’re eating the same thing over and over. But ultimately that’s not such a bad thing. And it’s the dessert that changes things up. It doesn’t have to be a pie or cake of some kind. It can be any particular enjoyment of life.
Life. From the ground up, it can be dessert if we let it be. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Baby Carter had a fever today. It’s not a surprise because my people have been sick with a cold for a few days. I would have thought it somewhat of a miracle had he not come down with something. But as his fever went down I found myself feeling relieved. Who needs dessert when something as simple as life itself has been restored to normality?