Blueberries...a love story

I don't know if my friend will read this. But should he...this is for you, R.

We were chatting the other night and he told me every woman needs to be adored completely and unconditionally by someone; a life time crush.

I said, you mean, the person who would see me in this awful fleece blueberry Violet Beauregard [we'd been on a Willie Wonka kick that night] hoodie and think it's cute just because I'm wearing it?

He said, yes, exactly.

So the birth of the Blueberry crush...or simply the Blueberry.

I think we all have our Blueberries and I suspect we are each someone's Blueberry.

He pointed out that the adoration should come from someone outside our family, so it's not the love a child feels for a parent, or a sibling. And you aren't meant to know you are the Blueberry...because that devotion is quiet and simple and profound.

It's rather a sweet theory, isn't it?

and I'm suddenly craving muffins.