Danny has always been a picky eater.

Actually, lets say that Danny has always been a very “specific” eater. He eats a decent variety of foods, but when it comes to what he prefers to eat, he is very particular about the make and model. He really thrives on the consistency of mass produced food items that generally end up looking/feeling/tasting/smelling exactly the same way regardless of where or when they are prepared.

We have been known to refer to the items on Danny’s list of preferred foods as things that have been “blessed” by Danny.

Which is why, I imagine, when I asked him today what it meant to bless something, he told me it meant to “choose” it.

I didn’t correct him. Because isn’t that a beautiful thought?

To bless and be blessed.

To choose and be chosen.