Yesterday, an old friend wrote a note on my Facebook, mentioning that he had not shared a meal

with us in ever so long.

My heart panged and the memories came rushing back.

Here is my note to Jeff.

Dear Jeff,

It does seem ages since we have broken bread together. I always loved cooking for Larry's best friend, almost to the point of being obsessive and terribly nervous about the small dinner parties we would have.

How many years has it been since that car load of handsome guys yelled at me out of their car, as I walked home from the flower shop?( I am still friends with the old owners of Bartlett Florist. I worked there over 10 years)

Last evening while preparing our meal, Larry continued working on his laptop. It has been raining so hard that comfort food was in order. He stopped working only to eat, and then continued to work.

I was thinking during his break to eat, how important a meal is. Not just nutrition, but for the soul. You reconnect and refocus and then go back to what needs to be done, even better than you were before.

Your spaghetti dinner last night sounded perfect. Do you cook often or was this a special occasion? Do your children approve of your cooking?

There is a photo, in our photo box, taken in 1984. You and toddler Lauren are sitting among boxes, boxes and more boxes, while the movers were packing us up to move from Memphis to Texas. Larry's mother was so upset that she would not come to say good bye, and perhaps you did not know how wonderful and supportive your visit was on that day. We ate Burger King that day, that made Lauren sick.

Meals with friends. Priceless, timeless and wonderful.

Jeff, thank you for the note last night. Thank you for reminding me of such special moments.

The photo above was taken last night, Soup in a Jar soup, and grilled cheese on roasted garlic bread. I still cannot get Larry to eat anything green.

Lets have dinner together soon.

Love you,

Me