Lifting a family photo he remarked, "This is the only one we have of all of us." Actually two weddings in less than a year's time has left as many family portraits. Sad, but true when adult children become mobile and live Costa Rica, either of the Carolinas or Colorado or somewhere far away. The chances of getting eight children, wives, husbands and significant others under the same roof is akin to being the selected citizen on a mission to Mars. So tonight I invited my family for pizza. Those living near came, if they could. Four brothers, two wives and one husband listened to stories of searching for buried treasure in the backyard with a kiddie metal detector, feats of dunking basketballs and the comfort of Mac and Cheese meal after meal. We laughed. We ate and laughed some more between bites.
When everyone left, the house was particularly quiet. Dirty dishes filled both sinks. The effort of feeding a crowd is no effort at all when our moments together become meaningful to even the youngest among us. It sounds corny, but truly when I cook love is I infused in every bite. You can just taste it!