January 24

I like to cook, though I don't do it as often as I should. And I love it when I make something that turns out particularly well. (And by "particularly well," I mean "good enough that none of the kids summarily reject it.")

Fortunately, I had one of those experiences tonight. Everyone ate my calzones, and they were all disappointed that there weren't any extra pieces available for munching.

It's a blessing to be able to take care of them, and to feel like my efforts are appreciated!