the lunch box

"OH!"

said aaron.

"I almost forgot!"

he hopped out of bed

he ran downstairs

yelling

"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!"

the book

The Lunch Box

is adorable.

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.