I had a very miserable piece of pie the other day. You may have heard of the flavor: humble pie. Yes, I was looking through pictures of our Seattle trip with some friends when I realized that I, too, am struggling with a case of Adultitis. Admittance is the first step, right? The picture I shared a few blogs ago with me holding the large fish from the Pike Place Fish Market struck a chord with me.
I’ve seen that face before. Who does that remind me of? It’s someone very familiar. Then it hit me.
“That look!” The look that oozes giddy joy and peace. It reminded me of a childhood picture of me standing behind my third birthday cake. The reason I had to force down the piece of humble pie is because I truly haven’t seen that face in a while. It was like seeing an old friend. Why does it take visiting a state across the country to bring out that child inside of me?
This piece of pie may have been hard to eat, but it has left me with plenty to think about – food for thought, if you will.