What I Ate, The Last Two Days: Food and Love and Lessons in Futility

I have no memory of eating most of yesterday.

What I remember from yesterday, instead, was being in the presence of my family.

My dad, my sister, and my niece.

The reason why I have so few memories of food from yesterday and such a strong sense of having been with my family is because I was consumed by the effort and exhaustion of loving them.

Loving people is exhausting.

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Have you ever noticed how you eat three times a day, and how you can even go to bed full, and then you have to get up again the next day, and eat at least three times again?

Loving and eating. Futile. Necessary. Exhausting.

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I had the day home with Oliver today, and I had plans. Here’s what I thought would happen: I would accomplish working remotely, he and I would take a walk with Bela, and I’d pick something up I needed from Walgreens.

Here’s what happened: we didn’t leave the house all day, not even to walk Bela (Nic came home on lunch for that), and the only thing I know for sure was that he ate. Plate after plate after plate.