I want to have my own triumphs and accomplish things for the right reasons.
But, the eggs were beauty personified in yellow and white.
Four minutes was all it took for heaven to slip out onto toasted bread.
A symphony of warm, yellow goodness.
Maybe they were scared to have other adventures. Maybe they were scared of runny eggs.
I just have to choose His way, which is easy, or the world's way, which is hard. Which will you choose? For this girl, it will always be eggs over easy, with a side of rye, dry.