For those who think boys are ALL rambunctious catastrophes in the works…. there are a multitude of sweet stories to share… such as the time my boys made me dinner for the first time. It was a day I walked into the kitchen exhausted and not wanting to cook. I was trying to create some kind of smorgasbord of leftovers… but my boys decided they would cook dinner for me. So sweet! They sat me on the couch with a book and went to work. My eyes, of course, were not on the book, but peeking toward the kitchen anticipating some kind of disaster. Instead when they called me in to the dining room they had dinner on the table with candles lit and soft music playing. That night we ate grilled cheese by candle light and it was the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had! They still pitch in with dinner here and there, learning many new menus. And Oh, there are so many more stories … especially as they grow up into young men. Perhaps I’ll add more memories in future blogs. There’s something special about being the only lady in the family. Today for example… as I sit here on the computer, sipping my coffee in the warmth… my men have shoveled the drive of snow for me so I can get to an appointment this afternoon. I feel really blessed!