In moving about my small metropolis yesterday, I found myself behind a car with a website advertisement relating to marshmallows. Not your common food group to rally behind but it made me smile in wonder for what it was about. By the time I got home however the thought was gone.
Later in the evening a woman spoke to me of a tenderness I have within “like a marshmallow”. Suddenly I am remembering every marshmallow I’ve ever roasted over campfires in the wilderness. I see the glob of them melted in a cup of hot cocoa. They bring to mind sweetness and moments of enjoyment. They have a pliable texture and are fun to hurl at people knowing you won’t really hurt them.
My husband enjoys marshmallows. I wonder if that’s part of the attraction he has seen in me? I am mentally adding a bag to my grocery list just to surprise him.