First, a note. I must confess I have long hated and resented the word sweet. Those feelings are slowly turning to sometime more like distrust, I’d say. I have less time to hate things. Still, it feels like a cop out, this word. How honest is sweet? Also, an assumption. Girls = Sweet. And don’t forget the numerous cringe-inducing commands to “Stay Sweet” scrawled across all my High School yearbooks in hot pink ink. Really, that’s all you have to say? Sometimes it feels like a personal failure when I hear that word.
So it felt strange when, looking through my photostream gathering photos for this post, sweet was the word that kept popping to mind. Photo after photo. Fresh. Delicate. Pleasant. Winning and charming. I think maybe it’s time for me to make my peace with sweet.
Still, I reserve the right to squinch up my face and stick out my tongue at anyone who dares tells me I’m “sweet”. And don’t wink at me, either. I hate that.