When the dust cleared, I was still laughing. His ears were still throbbing, and he’d pulled a muscle in one calf from his impromptu dance. That was the day I learned about the healing properties of chocolate cake.
Now, all these years later, we have a lot to be thankful for. We’re still laughing, thanks to my eyes; we can make it to any donut shop, thanks to his GPS; and chocolate cake still heals stuff. “And all God’s people said…” Well, you know.