We have scraped together supper from what is left in the fridge. Small, sweet tomatoes from our own greenhouse; the last few olives in the bottom of the jar; a week old loaf of bread; and three scrag ends of cheese.
I pick up the goat cheese and examine it, then put it down again.
â€œDonâ€™t you want it?â€ he asks me.
I shake my head â€œItâ€™s too far gone for me.â€
He picks it up and puts it on his own plate.
As I slice the bread I am aware that he is busy with the cheese. Out of the corner of my eye I see him cut away the rind, then scrape off the soft gooeyness I dislike so much. Moments later, small parcels of crumbling fresh cheese arrive on the edge of my plate. My eyes fill with tears.
â€œI love you so muchâ€ I tell him.
Yes, this is the reality of love. This is what matters. That we have been together so long he knows just how I like my goat cheese; and that after all these years he still cares enough to do for me what I am too tired to do for myself.
It is our anniversary on Monday. Keep your cards, your champagne, your flowers and jewellery; this is the moment I will treasure. This is what is real.
happy anniversary guys… goat cheese and all 🙂
often we tend to attribute love to commercial things. How sweetly and deftly you have shown its true meaning. Its all about the little things & a very happy anniversary.
do you have a sister?
i prefer fresh bread but hey whatever rings your bell !!
How schweet Happy anniversary!!!
Damnit woman, do you want to make me CrY!!?
just reading this I have tears in my eyes…
that is so..so sweet..in a poignant kind of way..
thoughtful and touching….
happy anniversary love,
may many more moments like these bless your life 🙂
The wonder of life is that it’s made up of a patchwork of tiny things. I hope I never forget the goat cheese… and thanks for all your good wishes.
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