Cooking is something I have never really enjoyed, but eating– that’s a whole different ball game! I love food! And I have gotten much better at meal planning and cooking lately. But these summer days seem to be even busier for me than the school year.
After running around all day, my youngest daughter asked me what we were going to have for dinner-
“Come here”, I told her. “I have something really important to tell you…”
Actually, I was in the middle of practicing one of the saddest songs I have ever heard, trying to learn it to sing at an upcoming funeral- and I was choking back tears as she called to me from the other room.
I wanted to have this super sappy conversation with her. I wanted to hug her tight and tell her how much I loved her and that I didn’t ever want her to get big and leave home- but I didn’t.
“I have been meaning to tell you this,” I said in my most serious voice. “Dinner is cancelled. We won’t be having dinner tonight.” I said with a deadpan expression on my face.
“Mom!” she smiled at me and rolled her eyes.
“I think I’m going to make quesadillas… or maybe spaghetti?” Dinner of champions! Those are my easy go-to meals when I don’t wanna think about meal prep.
“But Mom- you NEVER make us a home-cooked meal anymore! Never! All I want is to order pizza! Please? Pretty please?!”
I burst out laughing.
Because ordering pizza is definitely not a home-cooked meal!
But that night pizza seemed perfect.
And in that moment I realized how incredibly blessed I am.
I have two awesome daughters- who definitely do NOT expect perfectly home-cooked meals from me,
a hubby who loves me just as I am- and was equally in favor of pizza,
and a God who loves me infinitely more than I could ever comprehend.