As I bid my husband goodbye this morning and handed him his lunch, he was quiet for a second, then had a recollection from many years ago. It seems he and his brother George were in high school and stopped at his sister's for coffee. As she chatted with them, she warmed the mugs with hot water before pouring their coffee. It was a small gesture, but an act of love both so unassuming as to be easily overlooked, yet so powerful that to this day the recollection reminds him how much his sister loves him.
There are many small ways to show people we love them. Maybe warming their coffee mug. Maybe making them gelatin. The heart of bento, for me, is not to make the prettiest lunch or the most nutritious. The heart of bento is to send something tangible but ephemeral that, even though it will be physically gone in a short time, will always remind your diner that they are loved.
inspirational!
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