Mother
I am the original comfort food.
A creamy bowl of oatmeal, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar.
A warm bun straight from the oven with a pat of melting butter.
A steaming cup of chicken noodle soup that warms inside and out.
Baby
Comforted, Nurtured, Nourished.
His breath smells like vanilla scented rice pudding.
Simply delicious.
