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By Angel Submitted by Angel Date: 2005 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2005.11.02.02.08.24041]] |
| "cut mine cat-a-corner", I heard him half sing out to me as I stood just inside the archway of the summer cabin's rustic kitchen.
I was wielding a grapey-brown, oohy-gooie, sticky-icky butter knife that I just halved our pb&js with; straight down the middle,
I might add! "Yeah, ok",I half giggled back, all the while rolling my eyes and sticking my tongue out in his direction. I quickly
slathered globs of peanut butter and jam on two more slices of bread, topped them, and cut them "cat-a-corner", just like
he likes them. Then I filled two tall glasses with fresh lemonade, sprigged them with mint, and added "barber pole" straws,
as he nicknamed them as a kid. I sighed for a moment wishing I had known him then. My thoughts drifted for a moment to my
own childhood and how short and lonely it had been. I just as quickly reverted back and placed the sandwiches onto a pretty tray,
adding a few of his favorite cookies, the lemonade with "barber poles" and a smile as I made my way back into the 'heart' of the cabin.
He looked at me with such a boyish, hungry grin as I entered, and his whole face lit up at the sight of those simple treats. I could even
see myself in the glint of his warm puppy-dog eyes. I almost looked as wholesome, as unscathed as him! This delighted me and I smiled
all the more bringing out the summer redness in my cheeks. I sat on the floor next to him where he had tossed a soft throw and I placed
the tray of goodies on an old weathered trunk before us. He wasted no time digging in; grabbing half a sandwich in one hand and a
cookie in the other. I had to laugh at his childish display. I laughed only in the warmest most endearing way; for, this man was warming
my heart like I had never thought possible. His innocence was bringing out something inside me that had been hidden so deep and for so long
that it appeared to be brand new. His smile, his wonderfully boyish, unfettered ,joyous smile unlocked my timid heart and threatened to
release the inner child in me. This captivated me. I sat there watching him as he ate ,grinning ear to ear, not even caring how silly I must
have appeared. He stopped eating for a moment as he offered me a bite of his half eaten, cat-a-corner pb&j which I refused only because
I could not see to take a bite for the tears that were betraying me. He laid the sandwich aside and took me into his arms and held me close; close as those two
pieces of slathered, angled bread. And he let out a shriek, "Pillow fight!", as he pummeled me with one of the many pillows that dotted
the room! "Hey, no fair!", I shouted, "you caught me off guard!" Then I lunged for a couple pillows closest to me and I pummeled and I
pummeled and I pummeled with both of them until I was gasping for air, but I was loving every minute of it! And so obviously was he. I
struggled to smash him one more time before he managed to synchronize my move and smash me...with his lips! I knew I was licked.
Literally! Oh what fun we had that evening! After we composed ourselves, we finished the simple but lovely treats ;hand feeding each other
all snuggled up in front of the fire. And we talked a little of this and a little of that. Not about anything anyone else would consider important,
but stuff that just came to us at the moment. We had the most lavish of evening in the simplest of ways that could never be bought ; nor,
repeated. He just wanted his sandwich cut "cat-a-corner". All I wanted was to know that he did. Angel 11/02/05 |