Eating Out

Now that we’re home, eating out no longer involves restaurants.  Jack was so sweet to dash into the kitchen while I limped to the house after another day of working nearly to death (by choice, of course).  I plopped in the grass while he prepared a delicious steak, grilled potatoes, buttered onions and berry salad meal.

I watched the girls play while Jack crouched over our legless grill.  Someday, I’d love to get him a fancy, manly grill but usually luxuries like that and new clothes and haircuts take precedence behind things like drywall and paint and lumber.

He’s either smiling because he thinks I’m dreaming about a patio or he thinks it’s a wonderful idea.  Or that the steaks look delicious.