June 7, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th years where I write and illustrate a blog on each day’s gift.)
“Just tell me what you’d like for breakfast.”
I hear this every morning. David’s biggest meal is breakfast, which is my least important meal. He’s ready to spend an hour in the kitchen whipping up a big meal to start the day while my system tries to get in step with a new day—ever so slowly.
“Poached eggs, pancakes, French toast? Just tell me what you want,” he offers.
“Fruit,” I say most mornings. He doesn’t just hand me a banana or peach. He spends time cutting up strawberries, melon, avocado, peaches, kiwi, raspberries, blue berries and bananas. Sometimes he adds grapes and mandarin oranges. Fruit is a good way to start the day with fiber.
While I try to brush the cobwebs from my brain, a beautiful bowl of cut up fruit is being created. Do I know how lucky I am? Of course! And I appreciate it, even though it might take me a few hours before I express my appreciation.
Indeed, I am lucky to be married to a caregiver, a husband who cares about my health. It’s good to begin each day with this kind of love.
Love is often the fruit of marriage.” ~ Moliere
May I should mention that the fruit is always arranged aesthetically on a plate or in a bowl. Preparation with an extra special touch.
Maybe fruit is the love of marriage.
My gift today (and every day) is a bowl of fresh fruit.
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