I just had pumpkin pie for my second breakfast and I feel completely permeated by divine love, or whatever that feeling is you get when your children accomplish great things. Like making pie. Also it is sunny and beautiful here today. And I made it to the gym this morning. Yup, a whole lotta divine love permeating me today.
(In my defense, I am 5 months pregnant and pumpkin pie has only one crust and the rest is basically primal goodness. Presuming one tolerates dairy well, which I totally do, and is willing to overlook the "canned evaporated" part of the milk that went into it. And the half cup of sugar.)