Food Between Friends
Life. It really is all about the little things, isn’t it? Like friends who text asking if they can come over and make you dinner and when you text back asking what you can bring, they reply with “Nothing, you just relax.”
Come to think of it, that’s not really all so little, is it? I’ve said it before, but the act of making food for someone is so special and thoughtful. It’s so beautiful and personal and is the ultimate show of love to me. And for someone who cooks every day for four other people in the house, having someone else cook for us means the world.
All of this to say, Matt and Beau came over last night and Beau made us all a delicious meal. Halfway during it, our friend Julia popped in and ended up eating with us, which was a nice little surprise.
While he was cooking, I stayed in the kitchen with Beau and we caught up on each other’s day, while Matt was out back with the kids in the yard doing cartwheels and PJ was sanding a few wooden trim pieces. We sipped wine and ate some peppers Beau grew as an appetizer. Food. Wine. Family. Friends.
Life at its simplest.
