Love Shapes

A heart-shaped bread tab

Over a recent weekend, I was making myself a cup of coffee and a slice of buttered toast in the early hours of the morning. The sun was just beginning to peak through the windows, the house was still quiet and I was enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.

As I opened the bread, my eye was drawn to the plastic tab that holds the plastic bag closed. Was that a heart shape? Was my bread telling me it loved me and was glad I was spending time with it? Was it enjoying our slow, gentle start to the day together?

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