a bread buckle
There I was, yesterday morn, English Muffin in hand, ready to pop that yum into the toaster when, wait. what ? where ? ?
as it ! poof ! disappeared.
It, being the invention I oftentimes call, Plastic Thingie
but Wikipedia informs …
& from this day forward, bread buckle, it shall be.
So anyway, I searched high,
I searched low.
I looked here,
I looked there,
that bread buckle was nowhere to be found.
& I’m thinking, welp, next time one of the grand-puppies come to visit they’ll surely find it, crunch it up, probably end up in a belly, with a sky high veterinarian bill attached,
or I’ll vacuum, it will get stuck in the belt, all tangled and busted up
or
or
or
Let’s just say waaaaay tooooo many brain cells were spent on the whereabouts of the plastic thingie
grrr
my English Muffin was getting cold and crunchy
& I’m thisclose to diving into a serious humph when as quickly as that bugger disappeared,
! ta-da !
RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. MY. VERY. EYES.
THERE.
Instantly aligned, I became,
a fantastic Saturday, I enjoyed.
YaY
& on this brand new a.m. I’m thankful for the incredibly simple reminder of …
I may not see,
I might not realize,
but THERE, love and hope and kindness and beauty and wonder quietly continue,
there they be.
& what a mighty lesson learned,
gifted in the form of a bread buckle.
🙂