Since just after Christmas, I’ve been eating the heck out of halos (oranges). It started while driving to my brother’s pulling my trailer in a nerve wracking blinding rain storm. I didn’t want to stop to eat, so my Peruvian was peeling halos for us, feeding slices to me while I focused on the road. It was one of those loving moments that’s staying with me. Each time I eat a halo like I did a little while ago, I imagine it’s my Peruvian feeding it to me with her tiny fingers.
Today is sort of a dual anniversary for us, engaged exactly 3 months and exactly 6 months since we first . . . . um. . . well um, she stayed over.