I pulled our sandwiches out of the oven. Cheese melted perfectly. I gingerly shut the oven door so as to not disturb the strawberry rhubarb pie that was finishing. The plates were prepared and we headed outside.
Julie and I planted ourselves on the back deck for our picnic. As we nibbled on our spelt bread sandwiches (yes, I fed a 5 year old spelt), we talked.
"Erka (as she calls me). I love you from China to the moon."
"Oh really, Ju."
"I love you from here to heaven and back."
"Wow. That's lots."
"Are you sure you really love me that much?"
I think my heart shattered into a million pieces at that point. It's simple, no? Love other people. And Lord knows that I really do love her.