My treats came in pairs. Riding my bike was a treat and eating a cupcake was at treat. Then, on top of that I guess staying in shape was a treat too... but three isn't a pair right? What even is that? Ah, a trio. Yes, as I was saying, my treats came in trios...
As momma always said, "A little bit of what you fancy does you good." We ate smart most of the time, but once or twice a week we had a sweet treat. Sometimes it was a cupcake, other times a brownie or chocolate something. And you know what? Momma was right. It did do us good to take a moment regularly to have a treat and feel a good dose of self-care.
Your love is my everyday treat, the touch of you hand, the warmth in your eyes, the way you sigh, the sound of your voice... I could eat you up everyday and always have an appetite.
That view was my treat, the mountain with its ice cap. It brought a sweetness to my soul, a gentle heat, just the right amount in just the right way.