The Powdered Donut Manifesto | A Return to Cinnamon

“Daddy, how did you know you were in love with mommy?” asked my daughter, Kyla, as we drove down from Austin to Mustang Island at Port Aransas this morning. For those that read my writing regularly, you may recall my post last summer, July 2 to be exact. It was also a Powdered Donut Manifesto, a manifesto “With a Touch of Cinnamon.” It was written at a table inside the same Seaside Cafe as I am sitting now. Today, however, I sit outside, because the weather is magnificent. It is late afternoon, the first day after Daylight Savings Time, and so the sun has a different light at this hour than it did yesterday. I brought Kyla down to spend the next several days over spring break with one of her dearest friends from school, actually, that isn’t quite right. This friendship is more than a friendship. These two, in many ways, are sisters, and as I said to Kyla, if we are lucky in life, we will have one family that loves us, ours. In your case, you have more than one, and one of them is your friend’s. Since it is a bit of a drive down, I always have the privilege of staying a night before driving back. It gives me a few hours of solitude, a few hours of peace, a few hours to reflect. Kyla’s question was a wonderful one, because I have been reflecting a lot about love lately. What is it? Really? Is it a word? Is it a feeling? Is it something more? I particularly like BrenĂ© Brown’s definition from her...