April 23, 2007
Faith is passionate about apples, vocal about yogurt, obliging of baby carrots. Steamed broccoli gets her going. But let’s face it: what she craves is meat. Raw, cooked, organic, McDonald’s, fresh, rotting on the dusty ground. Faith would walk through fire for a piece of meat. I love it that Faith rockets toward what she wants, regardless, even as her desire pulls my arm out of my shoulder socket. But how I love how she loves the same food every day, the same way she loves Jeff and me. Or maybe she just loves how we smell, faintly, of meat.