Working a full time job, volunteering, searching for a more fulfilling job, going to class, taking care of a toddler, and working on creating an outdoor oasis in our new yard led to this . . .
An ode to leftovers
I use to think of you as soggy after thoughts,
A nasty result of poor planning.
I pitched you in the trash more times than I can count.
But I owe you an apology.
My mini-me has taught me to look at you with a fresh hunger in my eyes.
You make my morning run smoother,
You make lunch tastier than a bland brown bag.
How any parent survives without you is beyond understanding.
I promise to honor you and keep you tasty in nice containers.
I promise to cherish you as a delicious lunchtime companion.
Leftovers I owe you my weekday morning sanity and my full afternoon belly.
Leftovers you are my new friend.