A Man Who Cooks

I love a man who cooks.  It's such a blessing.  Tonight I was treated to a wood fire grilled dinner by my only grandson Luke.  The timing was perfect.   A storm was rolling in from the Northwest and drops were sprinkling our plates as we headed inside.  I'm not sure if I'm going to give Luke back to his parents in two weeks.  Alas, he starts school on August 25, a week before I do, and he turns 13 on August 26.   I've never been with him on his birthday.  With his family travelling around the country while his father blazed the BSA career path, and me tied down to the farm, we've missed so many meaningful events.  Life is flying by at breakneck speed.   Have to cherish every moment.