Family. Is. Everything.
I have a caring, generous and hardworking husband. Mr. Hungry. We got married this last July (July 3rd, 2010 in case anyone wants to send a card) and will celebrate our 11th anniversary this November. Make sense?? Good. I love to keep the crowds guessing.
Miss Loves to Cook, meet Mr. Loves to Eat. Enjoy. I tell you, it was not even rocket science to see that it was going to be a good match! His stomach has never been let down (at least, not that he's ever mentioned to me) and he keeps my heart happy. He's even been known to brag to his co-workers about the feast he's to have when he gets home, and they still let him get home in time to eat. But then, there's been a few times when I've meet them at the end of the drive to drop him off with a take-out package for whoever he's working with that day. I've even gained a second wife out of the deal, and we swap treats and meals often.
I have two crazy, silly and energetic daughters too. Cute as buttons and they KNOW they are cute. And use it against us every chance they can. How I ever lived without them is beyond me. My life is not the same. Ever. Crazy how it is around this house of ours!!
My oldest is Biggie Wiggie. She's 6, and in school and in love with boys. All boys. She giggles and she giggles and then when you think it's all over, she giggles more. And she get's this far-off dreamy look in her eyes, like she's in the best place on earth! She's smart, and funny and boy oh boy can this child ever melt your heart. Especially mine. :O)
My youngest is LooLee. She's 4. But don't tell her. She's certain she's 5 already, going on 7. Or 8. Depends on the day and the weather. She starts kindergarten next year and she's one clever little being. And funny. And busy. All over the house, busy. But so content. So very content. Her and I, we EARNED that contentness. Our story, or maybe for a different day.
Our extended family lives fairly close to us, with my parents in town here and Mr. Hungry's parents just a few hours away. We see both often, but not so often we start to fear seeing them. They come, they
a) fix something broken with Mr. Hungry and a beer or Fireball
b) play with the Grandchildren
c) eat
and either of the above options is A-OK with me. Everyone is happy, I am happy.
Our brothers and sisters come often too. Never often enough. We miss them, the kids miss them. But we always have a good feast and good cheer no matter what the weather. It's one of our favorite things to do when they come.....plan 'The Meal' that makes you want to unbotton your pants and lay on the kitchen floor with a wee dribble of drool to show your appreciation.
And my favorite part?? Beyond the happy faces and full bellies is that I NEVER have to do the dishes. Well, at least not on dinner party night!
--The Cook
