you are a lucky girl.
to sit where you sit. to see the world window open before you. to belong to those to whom you belong.
stop wiggling and sit still. enjoy the seat so politely pulled out, its crumbs brushed to the floor, napkin waiting to grace your lap when that little tush fills its place.
precisely timed courses are waiting to be served.
just because you can’t pronounce what’s on the menu or predict what dessert will hold, doesn’t mean it won’t be worth every calorie.
truly, here is not such a bad place to be when you cease your squirming.