A Tiny Spread

I noticed Momma had left the soft yellow butter dish resting near the breadbox on the kitchen counter. Still sitting on the sturdy chair rung, I propped little Bear gently against the edge of a clean blue dishtowel, tucking his pink satin blanket safely out of reach of any butter. On a small porcelain saucer lay a tiny dab of golden butter left beside a dull wooden butter spreader. Using both hands, I took the handle of the small wooden spreader and pressed the flat edge softly into the pat. It sank in with a smooth, silent glide. I carefully lifted a tiny golden curl on the tip, showing Bear how soft and shiny it looked in the warm afternoon light. #Mybuddydoll #ryder