The other night, Son #2 and I were home alone. He asked if he could make dinner for me. Of course!
Spiral noodles, butter, black olives and fresh, grated Parmesan cheese. Simple. Delicious. Love.
While I had to help carry the heavy pot of boiling water to the colander in the sink, he did the rest. He set the table, picked out his favorite drummer candle (that my girlfriend Kim brought to him from Africa) and made me close my eyes while he was "plating" my meal. Surprise!
Swoon. It's nice to feel so loved!
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