A Valentine's Gift

Well......sort of...
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It occurred to me this morning on my way to work that seems someone somewhere not too long ago, let it be known that they thought that a muffin was nothing more than an ugly cupcake. Of course, being the contrary individual I am, I.....disagree.

It has been my experience that a muffin is truly real.

It is warm.....
Throughout. It is offered up as a special treat, fresh out of the oven. Offered as is without pretension, without being covered with a thin, shallow layer of....why do you think they call it "icing"?

It is sweet....
Throughout. It comes to you as is, once again without the shallow covering. A sad attempt to draw away from what is truly there. The last bite will be just as sweet as the first. Never changing, always the same.

It is soft....
And yet again, it is the covering of a cupcake that usually sells it. A false presentation of what you should expect. A firm coating that is only skin deep. Once and for the last time, what you see is what you get with a muffin.

You either like them or you don't.

And so it is that on this Valentine's Day, I should rejoice and let everyone know, I have a muffin that I adore. She IS warm....and soft...and sweet. Unpretentious. What you see on the outside is exactly what is on the inside and I can not and have no desire to, know what my life would be without her.

Thank you for what you have done and what you do for me and I look forward to many more years of what the past few have been, exactly what I need.

Ya think?

Now what was she thinkin........?
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Yea, yea, everybody had a big day today...right?
Let me share a piece of mine.
Was heading to work first thing, whiteout conditions, in Oklahoma. What the hell? Thought about turning around and going back home. The road didn't seem all that bad, at least during those times when I could see it.
My new cell phone goes off. Yes, I stopped in the middle of the road, I mean who the hell else is out here, to see what was up. My wonderful, beautiful child has texted me. Seems that my baby's baby is having a baby.....now. No words for that one.
Get to work, wound up after driving while wearing a white blindfold for about 45 minutes. Turned on concerning the birth of my great-grand baby, still weirded out about Ma's birthday yesterday. I'm told that I will be starting my new position on Monday, kind of a cush job, working Friday, Saturday, and Sunday with a raise (noticeable).
And while I'm there they start this timing thing, luckily I'm on a machine I can do well on. And it really sinks in that yesterday I jumped in the pond with the biggest fish in the pond.
Filed papers to run for city council against someone I probably shouldn't have. But then, what should I do? Bail out, crossed my mind. But hey, I'm in there now. Damn the torpedoes. Bring it big guy. I might get kicked, but I will be dogging you.
And I walk in the door after work and she says, "Hey, you been drinkin'?"