that i should be compelled to stop what i am doing (packing up the kitchen in preparation for my big move on may 25th) and put into words the emotional impact that this room is having on me shouldn't have been a surprise.
because food is love.
(Christ understood that food is love. that pretty much explains why the first thing He told them to do after He healed her was "give her something to eat." not to mention transforming His body and blood into, um, food.)
but of all the rooms that i have packed so far (and that includes the master bedroom), this is the only one that is getting to me. maybe that's because i am getting closer to the actual BIG DAY, but i don't think so. i think it's because food is love.
what i did in that room - for him, for me, for us - went way beyond the USDA food pyramid. sure, calories mattered and fat content mattered and the correct olive oil mattered and so did the right cut of beef.
and i insisted that it had to be the right kind of paprika, not just "paprika."
but, when i wiped up spills, i needed bounty. i remember with pride how good bounty was at tidying up anything that might have ruined the presentation of his plate right before i served it. and how, without fail, he would always say, "wow, this looks good, cutie girl."
and how, at least once and usually two or even three times during dinner, he'd play footsie with me and say, "i am so grateful for you, do you know that?"
so, yeah. food is love. and i have been on a very strict diet.
well. all of that's about to change. because i am getting off this computer right now and i am going back into that kitchen, and i am going to finish the job.
and then i will transport all of it to my new kitchen which, somehow or other, will be filled with love, too.
