When I Knew It Was Love

You know on Fridays, we keep it Light.  Light Fridays.

Only children are most often associated with being selfish and stingy.  Maybe this is true in certain instances.  I know I don’t like sharing my clothes, shoes, soaps or sponges, but that is mostly for hygienic purposes.  Otherwise, I am pretty giving…at least to those in need and those I love.
One of my greatest joys is to give the gift of food.  I love to cook and bake and share good times over good food.  It is one the ways I express my love and appreciation for the value you add in my life.  It is “love” food.
Contrarily, don’t touch my plate.  It is completely off limits.  I am more than happy to make you another plate of your own, or if we are out to order another entrée of what you want long as your hand stays clear of my plate.  As a matter of fact, when people ask for “just a taste” I would much rather ask for an extra plate and place a ration on that plate than for your fork to invade my plate.
So I knew it was love when my blood didn’t boil with rage when he scooped his fingers into my plate to grab a fry. I didn’t even frown or roll my eyes or anything. I think I smiled.  I did.  I welcomed him into a world that was previously forbidden.  And whereas before I may have been uncertain of how much I liked him, now I was sure it was something more.  My reaction to my invaded plate was now the gauge of my affection toward him.  My guard had been let down, and I allowed him to peacefully enter.

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2 Responses to When I Knew It Was Love

  1. Nay of 5thGM says:

    His finger would’ve been cut off… I share with my mate only because I have to and eating 4 servings worth of food by myself is gluttony…*shrugs* 🙂

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