Sunday, April 14, 2013
David has a special gift. It doesn't matter how far away from me he is. It doesn't matter if he is sound asleep. It doesn't matter what it is I make (or even if I heat it enough for the smell to go through the house). As soon as I pick up my first bite to eat, he starts crying. He'll cry and cry all through every single meal I eat. Then, as soon as the last bite goes into my mouth, he stops crying. It doesn't matter how quickly or slowly I eat. It doesn't matter if anyone else goes and picks him up. It doesn't matter if he can even see me eating. He cries from my first bite to my last bite of Every. Single. Meal.