you have parsley on your face

I tend to pick it apart, resembling a bratty 5 yr old. I don't like onions, or chunky tomatoes, so I end up picking it out, fishing out the things that don't matter to most, but matter to me. I know I have a problem when the kids clear their plate and I have picked out the peppers and other 'icky' stuff. I haven't grown up in my food choices.

It takes a lot for people to grow up as a whole. Things I might take in stride might be the big things, but the tiny things that I should be past, still have my focus. A dear friend can't have parsley on her food. As in, she sends it back. It's not because she is allergic, or because you can actually taste it...she just doesn't "like" it. We all have our tiny vices that blend in mixed company, but are exposed when around just one person.

She has stuck it out, and the reward is that she found someone able to pick out the little things from her, so that the best of her is seen. The best parts of her are being brought to the surface, and growing as a result of someone that had the ability to bring it out and cultivate it. As a result, she isn't becoming a better person, she already was one, but now she is able to get past her speed bumps, to overlook the parsley. The benefit of the unknown has now led her to a place that people long to be, where words are no longer good enough, and where my description of the relationship kind of sounds like a gardening book...but you get my point. It is an awesome thing to see, and though I am an all star at being selfish, I am crazy happy for someone else, someone who relies so heavily on words yet is at a point where she can't even find them.