Think of how you felt as a child pulling into the driveway of a much beloved relative.
... The emotions brought on by the smell of your favorite comfort food...
The smile that breaks across your face when someone goes above and beyond what they must do, simply to make your day better.
The response is unconscious.
It is the result of happy memories shared with those who care.
I find that the hills of Southern Ohio
have begun to have the same affect on me as the smell of pizza.
My father always made homemade pizza for our family on special occasions.
As an adult, the sight, the smell, the taste of this perfect American food never fails to raise my spirits.
Last night,
I added another memory to the reasons I love the cheesy delight.
I was treated to homemade pizza that had been rising all day.
I watched as it was rolled out,
as cheese was placed on first,
as sauce was drizzled on,
as spices were sprinkled on the pie.
I smiled as the pans were placed in the oven,
as part way through the pizza was placed on a stone
to become an amazing combination of crunch and chew.
I took a bite.
... and savored the moment...
The dish created by a very dear friend...
was absolutely delightful beyond description...
The experience,
made somehow more perfect,
by the man offering me the very first piece.
Tonight...
I wish you pizza...
(or whatever it is that makes your heart smile in unconscious delight...)
Happy people want happiness for others as well...
so please excuse me if I wish for someone wonderful to share your treat with you...
Now and always,
may you be blessed.
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