Secret Ingredients... for the first day at a new school.

I know this looks like an ordinary lunch…

Sandwich… Chips…the obligatory piece of fruit. 

But slip on your dimensional bifocals for a moment...

 

You'll see clearly the corner of a prayer tucked into that seemingly empty space next to the chips... that his quirky personality will shine. 
 

There’s a whisper wrapped around the Dr. Pepper can…
for peace to fall upon his heart today as he travels unfamiliar halls. 
 

Underneath the innocent apple lies a breath...
held long to hold back tears for this transition dreaded. 
 

Hidden under the foil are fragments of awe and amazement…
that my first born has reached this set of stairs... 8th grade and 13 years.
 

Folded in between the slices of turkey and triangles of Swiss is a mother’s earnest plea... that son will find his place in this bright new space. 
 

Into every crevice remaining... liquid love… anticipation… and hope… have been poured. 

 

The lid is closed tightly, sealing gratitude for 

new acquaintances that will ripen into old friendships...

for quieted fears...

for a day...

and a year, much like this lunch, 

 layered with promise...

and secret ingredients...