I have always loved eating.

Food makes me happy.

I love all the flavors, colors, textures, the variety - everything about it.

I think that food is one of life's greatest pleasures.

Eating is a part of enjoying the abundant life God has given to us.

For 11 months, I did not get to enjoy even a bite.

Now, James thinks my feeding tube scar is another belly button.

I'm glad that he doesn't remember what that scar and those months were like for his mommy.

A good meal is not something I will ever, ever take for granted (again).

 

So I always clean my plate, but

 

I still save room for dessert.

 

I love how the Casa Colina Article on my recovery ends by saying that "she still celebrates every trip to the grocery store." It's true.

I'm too blessed to be bitter.

 

*I am now on that Twitter thing (but I don't know how to work it yet) -- @hopehealskaw is the name, so follow Hope Heals (me, I guess).