The Most Important Ingredient ... Love
I had the best intentions today. After a very full and long two weeks of work, and a successful grand opening (in which I was on my feet for over 10 hours), I was bone-tired ... but still determined to get to church.
I got up early, showered and dressed, and then put on my makeup. I hollered to my little man down the hall to get dressed. Since my hubs is a volunteer with the kids, he goes early. So most Sundays, it's just me and my mini-me going to second service to join my husband.
After getting ready - I took about ten minutes to rest. After all, I still had a bit of time. I thought it couldn't hurt to lay down for a few minutes. HA!
Unknowingly, my few minutes led up to a couple hours. The next thing I knew, my husband was home from church, and I heard this from the kitchen ... bang, clank, rustle ... rustle.
My kiddo was in the kitchen making me lunch because he knew I'd wake up hungry. He'd face-timed his Nana on his iPod to make sure he was making his kitchen masterpiece correctly. She walked him through step by step on how to make a pizza.
He proudly walked in carrying a breakfast tray, a neatly folded towel, and a nicely arranged pizza, which he sliced himself, on a plate.
"I made you lunch, Mom!" He beamed from the doorway.
My heart melted. After he set the tray down, I lifted the pizza and took a bite ... into a very sour pizza.
"Um, buddy. Can you check the expiration date on the sauce?" I asked and gulped down the bite.
You got it. It was as expired as could be, but I ate every bite, telling him that it was the best-made pizza I'd ever had as it was made with love... the most important ingredient.
My stomach was yelling at me for it, but I didn't want to let my little guy down. After I husband discovered what happened, he got his keys and ran out for hot wings. Our son had been asking him to buy him some for a couple days, so it was Wingstop to the rescue.
I've got some amazing guys in my life, and I'm truly blessed.
I got up early, showered and dressed, and then put on my makeup. I hollered to my little man down the hall to get dressed. Since my hubs is a volunteer with the kids, he goes early. So most Sundays, it's just me and my mini-me going to second service to join my husband.
After getting ready - I took about ten minutes to rest. After all, I still had a bit of time. I thought it couldn't hurt to lay down for a few minutes. HA!
Unknowingly, my few minutes led up to a couple hours. The next thing I knew, my husband was home from church, and I heard this from the kitchen ... bang, clank, rustle ... rustle.
My kiddo was in the kitchen making me lunch because he knew I'd wake up hungry. He'd face-timed his Nana on his iPod to make sure he was making his kitchen masterpiece correctly. She walked him through step by step on how to make a pizza.
He proudly walked in carrying a breakfast tray, a neatly folded towel, and a nicely arranged pizza, which he sliced himself, on a plate.
"I made you lunch, Mom!" He beamed from the doorway.
My heart melted. After he set the tray down, I lifted the pizza and took a bite ... into a very sour pizza.
"Um, buddy. Can you check the expiration date on the sauce?" I asked and gulped down the bite.
You got it. It was as expired as could be, but I ate every bite, telling him that it was the best-made pizza I'd ever had as it was made with love... the most important ingredient.
My stomach was yelling at me for it, but I didn't want to let my little guy down. After I husband discovered what happened, he got his keys and ran out for hot wings. Our son had been asking him to buy him some for a couple days, so it was Wingstop to the rescue.
I've got some amazing guys in my life, and I'm truly blessed.
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