"I almost forgot!"
he hopped out of bed
he ran downstairs
"you need your glasses!"
i hear him thunk down the steps
i curl up and smile
i hear him thunk up the stairs
run through the living room
and then slow down.
he comes gliding slyly into the room, drinking a cup of water.
"just needed some water," he says,
and i know he's playing because his eyes are lighting up the way they do
and, besides, he's got one hand behind his back and i'm not four years old.
JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE SOMETHING DOESN'T MEAN I DON'T KNOW IT'S THERE.
"Close your eyes," he says,
and i do, because it's fun to see him so excited
and it's fun to play along :)
he put something beside me.
"open your eyes," he says,
and i do
and i see a book and i immediately go "eep!"
i start flipping through the pages.
simple lunch ideas
cute, small, tasty combinations.
"this is perfect!" i say
"i've not been into lunch lately!"
"i know," he says, "you stopped talking about lunch and stopped being active about groceries, and i thought maybe this could get you excited about it again. it looks right up your alley."
i kiss him, because he's delightful and patient and quiet and wonderful, and heck that deserves my kisses if anything ever did,
and then i just paw through the book,
page after page
of happy, lovely, tasty reasons to be excited about lunch.