I love dark chocolate covered raspberries. I love the slight bitterness of dark chocolate mixed with the sweetness of fruit. I love the magic of dark chocolate and raspberries melting in my mouth.
I love refridgerated homemade chocolate chip cookie dough. I love the chips and the smooth creaminess of the dough. I love the ridiculously large amounts of sugar and butter. I love the magic of spoonful after spoonful melting in my mouth.
If you gave me a choice between the two, I would pick both. If I really really had to, put a gun to my head, pick one, I would five times out of 10 pick cookie dough and five times out of 10 pick the dark chocolate covered raspberries.
If you told me I could never have cookie dough again, and my dessert for the rest of my life was solely going to be dark chocolate covered raspberries, I would love it. I certainly wouldn't care much. However, there would be times I would think, boy cookie dough sounds good right now. Or, while I love my dark chocolate covered raspberries, I would like just a taste of the cookie dough. And then if you said no, absolutely not, no cookie dough. Then I would be fine. And in fact, I would rejoice in the fact that I get to have my dark chocolate covered raspberries. Because I love them.
Can anyone see where this is going?
Can you figure out the analogy?
If you can, let me know because you are awesome and have figured out what's in my head and that's freaky.
I love adoption and I think we've esablished that I would like to adopt a million kids. I love my girls more than anything on this planet (other than my hubs). As I snuggled with Hannah tonight in her bed and stared at her sweet little hand resting on her tummy and her adorable skinny legs propped up on the duvet, I felt such an amazing and overwhelming feeling of love for this girl (let's not leave Olivia out, I love her too:)). I love these girls so much, in fact, that sometimes I'm amazed that people love their biological children. I'm serious.
And I would still like to be pregnant. I don't necessarily want to reproduce my DNA. In fact, I kind of don't want to because (just thinking ahead), if s/he would look anything like me, I really would cringe every single time someone would say that "s/he looks just like you" in front of my girls. Who will never hear that. But I want to experience pregnancy. And I want to give birth. If I could could give birth to an adopted baby, that would be perfect (we've already discussed embryo adoption, that's off the table for us for now (but never say never, right?)).
Anyway, adoption has not squelched the desire to do what my body was created to do. I still track things. I still know where I am in my cycle. I still care. I still get jealous. I still sin.
But, if what I get for the rest of my life is dark chocolate covered raspberries and no chocolate chip cookie dough, I rejoice for the Lord's plan for my life and I will fully, with all my being, embrace eating my dark chocolate covered raspberries. Because I love them.
6 comments:
I'm totally not smart enough to see where your dessert analogy was going, but I LOVED it!
Clever and sweet and thoughtful. Loved it.
Yea, I got it Abby. :)
I wish I could give you some cookie dough. You are such a fabulous person. I'm praying that whichever desert becomes your lifelong gift-that God gives you so much peace. Also: love the pink terry cloth bubble suit pictured below, my chunky monkey has that also. And the yellow dress is amazing. And Buzz lightyear made me laugh-and reminded me of how my hippie child, when we were discussing lying the other night-and I asked what it was-defined it as "purple". I love kids. And you, from afar. I hope that's not creepy. :)
Well...dark chocolate raspberries are pretty much perfect...so I can see why you love them so much! Love the analogy and your love for your littles. :)
Hey, Abby - would you mind if I used this for WAGI this friday? Send me a picture of the girls too that I can put in the post....because they are cute.
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