A Valentine's Orange

Most evenings, Matt grabs two oranges from the fruit bowl and brings one to me.  I peel my orange, my peelings littering the coffee table like an elephant graveyard, and eat it.   But Matt is still carefully pulling away white pith from his orange.  His long, deft fingers patiently turn the orange over and over looking for the stray pieces of rind.  Using his thumb, he edges each imperfection off the surface until the glow of the fruit is visible through the skin   He breaks it in half and sets one half down besides his circumspect pile of peelings.  Slowly, he pulls off a wedge.  Then, he turns and hands the first wedge to me.

Happy Valentine's Day, dear friends.  May your day be as happy as mine!