Yes, chef

 The last few days Rob has told me to relax on the couch while he makes dinner. We get those boxes of recipes. So you open the box and there are four meals, recipe cards and all the ingredients. It’s been fun and the meals are good and we save some money. I love listening to him bang around the kitchen, mumbling to himself about where the scissors went off to, or yelling that he forgot something in the oven. I always offer a hand but he insists. “You relax. Write if you need to.” So I sit back and watch him buzz around the kitchen while our bulldog snores at my feet. 


It’s one of the long weekends when the big kids are away, so the house is pretty quiet. We will mostly cook and eat and watch movies. We will take turns with Welles or both end up on the floor just watching her discover all the things. 


Rob made her a toy of colored water and glitter. Rob was so proud and it is her favorite thing at the moment. She has no idea just yet that he will be filling her life with fun and wonder daily. Today our neighbor with three little boys came over. 

“They always ask to come and visit y’all!”  she smiled as the boys ran to Rob. He went  into the closet and brought out some sort of badminton game which they proceeded to play across the den. Welles was in heaven. The oldest boy sat and stared at her, protecting her from flying birdies. The other two didn’t want to leave. Rob has that effect on people. He takes care of his people. 


So here I sit. Letting my sweet husband take care of me. And offering to help when I can.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fifty

  My sister turned fifty years old this week so I thought I would share some fascinating facts about Heather.  She has seen Poltergeist ninety times. Poltergeist was our It’s a Wonderful Life. It brought our family together. When we arrived at Walt Disney World one year, what was the first thing we did after the long ride? Curl up with cookies and Poltergeist of course. She attended sixty concerts in high school. Many alongside my dad. Poison, Cinderella, Neil Diamond, you name the band, she’s probably seen them.  When she was in high school, her Toyota Celica had a pile of tapes so high in the front passenger seat, My knees touched my chin anytime I rode shotgun.  Heather has an unheard of vocal range. I was so jealous. She has an amazing gift that she rarely shares. I remember all these professors coming to hear her range at one of her vocal lessons.  She’s smart. Scary smart. Like should be leading a criminal organization smart. Or maybe she is, and you just don’t know it. In high s
Read more

Mama

  Today my mom is dying. All I could see when I walked  into her room was that little girl. That scruffy little girl sitting in the grass. Smirking at the camera.  I gave her lots of kisses goodbye. One for each grandchild she helped me raise. One for each friend of mine she loved like her own. One for each time she made me laugh. Or yell. Or cry. Or smile. Or feel loved.  Driving home Heather and I saw the most incredible sunset. It was beautiful and messy and bright and clinging to its moment in the sky.  I will remember beautiful loud Christmas Eve parties. Her quiet strength with Ziggy and Charlie. How she loved my friends. That she was flawed but always full of generosity. I will try my best to do her proud. 
Read more

Holding Hands through Hell

   We’ve been tied up in a shit storm the past few months. My husband had serious spinal surgery. Then he got an infection. Then he got pneumonia. Then I had heart failure. Then my mom died.  Am I missing anything? In the midst of it all, I’ve cried and laughed and tried to make sense of it all with my friends and family. At one point I said, “Well, at least we’re all holding hands through hell.” It kind of resonated with them. Because that’s kind of all we have isn’t it? Life doesn’t really care sometimes. And all you can do is grip tightly to the things and people around you. And hope they grip back. Thank God I have people that have not only held onto me tight, but dragged me through the flames of these seasons in my life.  I know there is a light ahead. The path out of Hell is near. But honestly I’m not even looking anymore. All I can do is close my eyes and hope for the best. It’s my friends. My friends have me and will pull me through and back where I belong. 
Read more