In the kitchen- putting away leftovers from Audrey’s lunch before- thinking about how everything I touch in there marks our union- it’s all stuff from our wedding registry. The plates, the utensils, the mugs and glasses.
I put away the macaroni and cheese and broccoli in a pyrex that I used to pack your lunches in when you worked in the city at your day job. I hated packing lunches, but at least tried to do it most of the time. Sometimes I even included a cute note. The first year of our marriage I made you Korean soup for your birthday to take to work and rice crispie treats- one of your favorites- to share with the office. I spelled out “Happy Birthday Dan” with them.
You’d tell me everyone at work said what I made looked really good and that I was a good cook all the time. I really am not, but thank you.
I was so sad this afternoon that I never have to make you another lunch again.
Audrey is napping now.