I would like to interrupt this 3 month blogging hiatus (brought to you by Christmas, a new job, full time hours, and two toddlers) to bring you an important announcement.

Have you ever had a moment when you just felt like everything came together? Like suddenly the world was a better place than it was a few moments before? A moment of sheer perfection, when all was right with the world?

I’ve had a few of those moments in my life. Some of them were truly big moments. The moment when Paul asked me to marry him; the moment we were pronounced husband and wife. The first time I heard the cries of my sweet baby boys. Some of them were just simple moments of bliss. A quiet summer afternoon sipping iced tea and watching the breeze blow gently through the trees. That instant right before you fall into a deep peaceful sleep.

Yesterday I had one of those moments. On my way home from my 12 hour night shift, I had the radio blasting as I made my way down the highway in an attempt to keep my tired eyes open. My mind was busy going over the events of the night, so I almost missed it –

“Churro timbits. Now at Tim Hortons.”

Wait, what? I thought. What? Churro timbits? Suddenly I was wide awake. I sat up straighter as I cranked the radio higher.  Churro timbits?!? Do my exhausted ears deceive me? Can this be true?

You guys, it’s true.

Churro timbits.

To say I am excited is a bit of an understatement. I’m beyond excited. It’s actually a little embarrassing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why exactly I was so elated, but as I lay in bed a half an hour later, still thinking about those churro timbits, I had a dream.

In my dream, I was at a birthday party. Standing in a circle, clapping and singing, were a bunch of my friends. As I smiled around the circle at them, I noticed that I was clapping and singing too, and as I continued to sing, the song became familiar.

“Dale, dale, dale, no pierdes sentido…”

Hey, I thought, it’s the pinata song. And sure enough, there in front of me, was a pinata. The moment I made this realization, the pinata burst open, and out rained a bunch of timbits. My heart leaped. My inner Mexican five year old burst out of me and I gave it my all to get to those timbits first. I literally dove for them.

Literally. I woke up halfway to the floor, but managed (mercifully) to catch myself before hitting it.

As I pulled myself back into bed, the thought came to me again, churro timbits. And suddenly, it all made sense. My dream, my elation.

Churro timbits are my spirit animal. They represent a perfect blending of my two cultures. I. Am. A churro timbit.

And with this realization – a moment of bliss. For what could be wrong in a world where such a magical thing as a churro timbit exists? I embraced this wonderful knowledge and drifted off into a sweet sleep.

Sadly, I have yet to actually try a churro timbit. Both times I have been to Tim Hortons in the last few days, they have been all out, which probably means they are as amazing as I think they will be. I certainly hope so. And I’m fairly certain that another moment of perfection awaits me the moment that sweet treat meets my taste buds.

Until then, churro timbit, I’ll be dreaming of you.

 

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