To celebrate six years of deep-hearted friendship and imperfect love, my boyfriend took me to the park to feed the birds.
At the sight of one small crumb of fresh white, sesame seed-covered bread, the birds swarmed in a graceful arc from the branches above us to gather at our feet.
Then my boyfriend taught me a magic trick.
There is something therapeutic about feeding birds. I am completely present, watching the birds bob their delicate heads, feeling the wind generated by the furious flapping of their wings, the gentle peck of their beaks as they accept my offering, the soft and trusting imprint of their feet on my hand. I can only be in the moment, wide-eyed in wonder and joy. Thankful.