One morning wee alight the sun peeked thru kitchen window, where the Ted sat sipping cream laden green tea matcha and drinking in wife Tess's bouncing brunette tresses, as she stirred, as she scrambled, a tad more than eggs...
Ted loved her every symphony of movement. He longed to hug the dancing hot pink hearted fleece pajamas precious wife wore. And yet did he peer through window, dare peek back at the sun now softly filtering through garden tree.
"Tess, a whole herd of smidgeons just flew up into our mustard tree." Thus the tartan shorts and tee clad Ted did hatch infallible plan to hug those dancing hot pink hearted fleece pajamas.
"What?" Tess halted egg spatulating.
"Smidgeons in our mustard tree."
"Smidgeons? Ted, a smidgeon does not a pigeon make."
"Tess, you just do not understand. Am I going to have to Goo-gull the internet for smidgeon pictures?"
"Teddy," Tess set spatula aside, turned stove top off, rubbed her temples, "what part of smidgeons are not birds do you not understand?"
"Well duh, a whole lotta things are not smidgeons. For example take this kitchen table; it does not fly up into a mustard tree."
"Oh, the table is about to fly alright!" Tess only half giggled. Her hot pink hearted fleece pajamas swayed closer Ted's way.
"Surely you are not an anti-smidgeonator."
"That is not a word, Ted."
"Even a wee bit of bias is ugly, Tess."
"Ted, surely you possess more than a tiddle of thought," Tess placed hand on his shoulder, "possess more than a copious crumb of sense, more than mere wee morsel of mentality, and more than a dab or a dash of discernment. But, listening to the wife may need tiny tad of improvement."
"I listen but like not to hear."
"Yes dear, selective hearing be your forte."
"Thank you for the selective hearing compliment, Tess," Ted stifled smirk, "but I did not farte."
"And," Tess lifted left brow, squinched right eye, with both hands grabbed the neck of the Ted. She pulled him nose to nose, took sniff of whiff, replied, "and yet you are my sweet stinker!" She kissed him soft.
Ted caught his breath, breathily said, "So now you see, so now you agree, a small pigeon be but a smidgeon?'
"You are a pest and more than a smidgeon sometimes silly, dear," Tess whispered in ear.
"Out of my mind... in love," Ted breathed between kisses.
"So are kisses," Tess kissed him again, "infinitely better than just caressing hot pink hearted fleece pajamas..." Tess giggled at her well played scrambled egg plan...
"Where smidgeons fly, the heart follows. Thank you for love, Lord above," one blissful Ted so praise said.
Matthew 13:31-32 NLT (a parable by Jesus) The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed planted in a field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but it becomes the largest of garden plants; it grows into a tree, and birds come and make nests in its branches. (Jesus loves you and has prepared a nest in heaven for all who believe in him.)
1st Corinthians 16:14, Let all that you do be done in love.
1st Corinthians 13:13, And now live in faith, hope and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love...
Jesus loves you...
