An Additional Cracker
I was watching television with Abby and Roby, and we were eating cheese and crackers. I was holding Roby and Abby was cutting up the cheese. She would hand me a slice on a sesame cracker every now and again and I would eat it.
I liked a slightly higher cracker:cheese ratio than a single cracker might provide, so I’d ask for a follow up cracker to even out the treat. I did this twice, maybe three times before Abby handed me a piece of cheese not on a cracker, but sandwiched between two.
I didn’t ask for two, I didn’t even make a huff about there having only been one when I really might have preferred two. I don’t think I was even consciously aware of my preference before she was. I simply found myself enjoying a bit of cheese and wishing it had a bit more crunch, so I sought the crunch, and Abby provided.
That sort of attentiveness, I think, is the real heart of things.
That isn’t to say the success of our relationship comes from subservience, it’s more of a bird-watchers curiosity, or better yet, fascination.
I believe we’re both fascinated by one another, more all the time. The realization that we had the miracle of Roby in us, and the following capacity to be good to her, has impressed us both with what we’re capable of.
The dizzying heights of that fascination trickle down from the very nearly divine to the merely peckish.
I like it all.