Well Mary, I love your kitchen. Both of them, no doubt. If you ever hit Vancouver, we'll happily cook for you. The wife's a true gourmet, who loves to laugh, and cook. And you're right, Life is not a Rom-com, it's what you make it.
Oof. This one got me Mary, as someone who lost early, and still long. And a dad who cancels because a daughter needs him. And you, who nourish because your heart needs too.
“His reason, so heartrending that love and death joined in my heart: His oldest daughter needed him.”
I love the way you play with 'credito' and 'finito' and that dish... There's a kind of Graecian Urn kind of thought being sparked in my head.
Jokingly, I was going to ask you for the metric version of the ingredients list for that delicious-looking meal. But then I fell into a mental rabbit hole about how different systems standards of measurement could apply to relationships. And no one wants to go there, do they?
My dearest, I’m afraid it’s ‘P.S.’s all the way down. We just have to keep swimming and keeping our heads above water. Your ‘delete’ was wise and buoyant.
The wisdom of @<Mary L. Tabor> in her not always romcom life.
"Take hope in the fact that without a doubt, the wisest people I’ve known experienced adversity early in life. And what more could we want, as we journey ourselves, but to know that wisdom might in fact come to our children even as we struggle helplessly to protect them from adversity?”
What goes into and comes out of the kitchen is much more important than the kitchen itself.
Well Mary, I love your kitchen. Both of them, no doubt. If you ever hit Vancouver, we'll happily cook for you. The wife's a true gourmet, who loves to laugh, and cook. And you're right, Life is not a Rom-com, it's what you make it.
Oof. This one got me Mary, as someone who lost early, and still long. And a dad who cancels because a daughter needs him. And you, who nourish because your heart needs too.
“His reason, so heartrending that love and death joined in my heart: His oldest daughter needed him.”
I love the way you play with 'credito' and 'finito' and that dish... There's a kind of Graecian Urn kind of thought being sparked in my head.
Jokingly, I was going to ask you for the metric version of the ingredients list for that delicious-looking meal. But then I fell into a mental rabbit hole about how different systems standards of measurement could apply to relationships. And no one wants to go there, do they?
I want to try this recipe, too! "PS I Love You" is one of my favorite movies. I still remember crying my eyes out the first time in theaters.
I am going to cook that.
My dearest, I’m afraid it’s ‘P.S.’s all the way down. We just have to keep swimming and keeping our heads above water. Your ‘delete’ was wise and buoyant.
The wisdom of @<Mary L. Tabor> in her not always romcom life.
"Take hope in the fact that without a doubt, the wisest people I’ve known experienced adversity early in life. And what more could we want, as we journey ourselves, but to know that wisdom might in fact come to our children even as we struggle helplessly to protect them from adversity?”
"We love on debt: Carta di credito finito?"
Wow, that's some dish:)