Giving Thanks (Blogophilia 40.9)
Roof over our head Food on the board On the right side of the ground And breathing We are blessed. After he finished the Grace, the couple sat next to each other at the small table. Martha leaned over and kissed him, city lights glistening though the raven curls. "That was lovely, Jerry" "Thank you , my Love." Slicing the breast, he placed one on her plate, followed with the cornbread-apple dressing. Then he served himself. Silently, they ate with their eyes closed. Yves had outdone himself, getting the meal together before he went to Paris to see his family. He might be annoying, but he did know how to manage a house. Plates cleaned of the last morsels, Martha refilled their glasses. Meditatively, she looked at the wine and softly said. "It's been quite a year." "Several years." Came the smiling reply. "It was nice of Rabbi Kunkel to come down to marry us." ...