A moment in the life . . . .

I glanced up from setting the table on the back porch and caught a glimpse of her in the kitchen window.  She was preparing dinner, head down, focused on her task.  A stray beam of light from the setting sun glistened through her hair.

I couldn’t help but think to myself, “How did I ever get so fortunate?”

My mouth was already watering.  She’d prepared this meal once before and the aroma wafting from the kitchen instantly triggered the memory of the savory dish, panko breaded chicken with a hummus, cilantro and lime sauce served over a bed of wild rice and asparagus.  It was absolutely delicious.

We talked back and forth through the window about our plans for the next evening, a private showing of Spirit of the Marathon for WVR at a local wine bar.

“So does this place serve any food?” she asked.

Oblivious to the looming peril I replied, “I think we’re going to order pizza from the restaurant next door.”

The smack of a spoon against the counter shocked me back to lucidity.

“You runners and your damn carbs!”

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We so often take for granted the toll our obsession takes on our loved ones.