Oatmeal-like love

I started eating oatmeal for breakfast when I was a teenager.  I still have oatmeal for breakfast every day.  Well maybe not every day, but the rare day that I don't have oatmeal, part of me is always a little bit disappointed. I like it so much that I even started bringing it for lunch at school and work.

You know that feeling in the morning when your alarm is going off, and you're thinking of hitting snooze for the fourth time?  The thing that motivates me to throw back the covers and heave my heavy body from bed is usually the thought of getting to eat oatmeal. Every morning I wake up excited about breakfast, even though I’ve been having the same thing for nearly eight years.

Oatmeal is a simple food; it’s not pretentious; it’s an everyday food. It can be made with many combinations of flavours. It will come with you anywhere.  It is good any time of day. It’s filling and wholesome. It warms you to the bones. It can't be hurried.  It takes a long time to eat, long enough to read.

I want to have friends (and if I'm lucky a spouse) that I love like oatmeal. I want to have people in my life that I get excited to get out of bed, because I get to have another day with them. I want friends that won’t get sick of me, nor I of them, even though we’ve been together for a long time. I want to have people that will come along with me on trips, big or small, mundane or exciting.  I want people that warm my bones and nourish my soul, and I for them.  I want friends that have time enough to sit down and read together. 

Thank you if you are already an oatmeal-like-loved friend in my life. You make my every day better.