taste

We celebrated both boys' baptism anniversaries a few weeks back. (Now you know why I've had baptism on the brain so much lately.) Their days are only a fortnight apart, so in the blur of busy schedules we set aside a single night to celebrate and remember. As I was setting the table for their special dinner, my son snatched his baptism candle out of its holder and playfully held it in front of his mouth as if to bite. Coyly offering one of his beloved kidisms, he teased: "Does it taste?" He offers this phrase about anything he knows he's not supposed to eat, as he watches his younger brother jam everything into his mouth. No, we shake our heads - books and crayons and blocks and chalk do not taste. Food is the only thing that tastes. But as I smiled and chided him with the response he craved, I caught the half-truth in my words. Dinner and dessert were not the only things that night that would taste. The anniversaries we celebrated tasted, too. The chew of communion bread before the … [Read more...] about the taste of memory