Two-Cents on Tuesday...

Mmmmm...cheesecake. It's on a little white plate on a little white table in a little corner by the door. And it beckons. It's one of those tiny moments in a day where everything is daisies, smiles, and cheesecake. It just makes the day a little bit better.

I have been thinking for the past few days about a poem I heard on an episode on Sex and the City. I remember loving it, so today I googled it. With the click of a button there it was, and I thought that it would fit well here.

Carrie's Poem:
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was "I do"

Well, I have a million things to do today, but I wish I could keep writing until I fall asleep. It's melodic, scatter-brained, but mostly a therapeutic constant that I can control. I'll grab my keys, phone and purse and open my shades a little more before I hurry out the door. Right now, I can only see a trace of the blue.