Note: I did not check this over. Sorry for spelling or grammar mistakes! Tell me if I've used the word zeal wrong...I thought I was using it correctly, but it never hurts to be sure!
Zeal- (zeel) noun
fervor for a person, cause, or object; eager desire or endeavor; enthusiastic diligence; ardor.
I really like the word 'zeal'.
I don't know why, I just so happen to enjoy the feeling of pronouncing that word.
I am especially zealous when it comes to the love life of Peter. Now you see, he doesn't see it yet, but I'm sure he's found the one. I see it clearly. Astrid does too. Sometimes when we are eating pudding and playing Monopoly while Agent Dunham and Peter are on their friendly dates, we like to fantasize about what their wedding will be like. That reminds me, I must bring some cupcakes to the lab tomorrow…
When they have my grandchildren, I'll sit down and tell them the enchanting story of how Peter and Agent Dunham fell in love. And I'll use plenty of zeal. Because I have plenty of that to go around. Sometimes I get over-zealous and ruin the whole apple pie.
I'll be sure to bake pies a lot when I have grandchildren. Maybe they will even name one after me. That would just be brilliant.
Some think of me as partially insane. I believe that they just cannot keep up. For example, it took Astrid two weeks after I told her the recipe for meatloaf to actually make the meatloaf. I haven't quite grasped her reasoning, but she's been insisting that she hadn't had time. I'm beginning to wonder why there isn't enough time for meatloaf anymore.
I really love the word 'zeal'.
Peter can be zealous. Of course, I usually must push him in the right direction. I've tried pushing him into Agent Dunham quite a few times, but they all ended with awkward apologies and curse words that Peter directed at me. I've learned my lesson.
While I was making taffy the other night, Peter kept bringing up Agent Dunham in conversation.
"You know, 'Livia really likes your meatloaf." After feeling a rush of pride, I had smiled. Who doesn't like my meatloaf? Although, Astrid is much better at remembering what the beeping noise of the oven means…she tends not to burn her food as much as I do.
"You know, 'Livia likes to sing in the shower." I didn't know how he knew this fact. I did know he seemed to be talking to himself. He had chuckled. "Oh, good times. What a hotel…she never knew I was listening in…" A little bit of evil laughter surfaced.
"You know, Livia…." The list goes on and on. I now know that Agent Dunham has always wanted to hang glide, eat yellow apples, and roll down a grass hill.
I wonder what flavors of snow cones are available at the Sno-Moose down the street…
Astrid should take me there. We can discuss my son's love life and further plans to get those two kids together.
"Astrid?" I called her cell phone. "Would you like to go to the Sno-Moose with me?"
"I'd love to."
"That's fantastic! As soon as you get here, I have some plans to discuss with you…"
Zeal is a virtue only so many truly obtain.