I love to say that I love, love, love my bones. But if truth be known, its love that makes my bones taste so good. They would not be half as good if it were not for all the hugs and attention that make them feel like they are worth more than all the gold this world has to offer.

I like to pretend that I don’t like it, but a good hug makes even the plainest of bones taste like a bar of gold.