This conversation took place last night while I was working on my costumes for the play.
Abby: Mom. Whatcha doing?
Me: Oh you know, just working on my costumes for the play. What's up?
Abby: (sigh) Nothing.
Me: Abby, are your feelings hurt?
Abby: (bigger sigh) I guess they're okay...They would be better feelings if we had some of Sammy's cake.
REO Speedwagon and a montage of all that various times I've eaten cake begin to roll through my mind:
"And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might....AND I CAN"T FIGHT THIS FEELING ANYMORE!"
I'm shaken from my daydream by Abby's sweet little voice.
Abby: Momma, Mom...But there's no cake. I guess there is something else that will help my feelings.
Me: What's that?
Abby: When you hold me and I hug you and I smell your hair. It smells beautiful.
Once again, my child just melts my heart.