I used to enjoy sitting at our table, watching you eat, watching you enjoy your food, every bite you took. You didn't know but I watched as we talked. Sweet potatoes, salads, stir-fry, spiced by ear, your tiny hands, nourishing yourself with food I prepared, bought with the fruits of my labor. I watched you enjoy every bite, each an infusion, my love for you diffusing into you, spoons full of love. A portion of my vow, what spring does with the cherry trees, but more, It was one way that I just knew.