How I love your sweet, crunchy goodness.
Every morning you await patiently while I sleep.
Every afternoon you are there for me when I awake.
You turn my surly, groggy demeanor into one of bright sunshine.
Your rustle and crackle when being poured into a large bowl makes me smile.
The sloshing gurgle of the 2% as it flows around and over you makes my heart race.
As I mix you slightly with my spoon, I know that our courtship will be over momentarily.
I take a deep breath lift the first glorious spoonful to my mouth and then...heaven.
The delicious flakes and bunches of oats explode in a scrumptious honey blast.
My eyes flutter closed in ecstasy and every other sense fades away.
Almonds, strawberries, peaches or honey roasted.
No matter what you will always be delicious.
Oh, I love your sweet crunchy goodness!
Never go away, my sweet love.
Oh and unlike oatmeal and cheerios, you are good all day long.
