I did not need it but I took it anyway.  She offered me two slices of pizza to take home.  I already had dinner planned but I took the pizza and said “thank you”.  I realized that was her way of thanking me for all the things I brought for her apartment.  I let her do it.  It was just the gracious and appropriate thing to do.  Accept her gift.  Whether or not I needed it.  It made no difference.  You need to let people thank you for gifts you bestowed them.  It is the right thing to do.

Food is always about love.  When I prepare a meal for my wife, I want it to be as good as I can make it.  I prepare it carefully, making sure it looks attractive.  I want her to look at the plate and want her to want to eat the meal.

I do most of the cooking for I am the one driven to get a meal on the table, which is not to say she can’t cook well.  She does.  Every once in awhile I ask her to make dinner.  And it is usually delicious.

Most of the meals I make are quite simple.  Every once in a while I make something more complicated.  Cooking usually involves a number of steps.  I just take care in the individual steps.

I do know how to follow a recipe but I have become more adventurous as far as spices and creating dishes.  It is fun.  I appreciate her.  I am blessed that I have someone to make a meal for.  Food is always about love (and the care you spend preparing it).

It is never too late to start a new tradition with your kids.  It still remains to be seen if it turns out to be a new tradition but I remain hopeful.

I never saw my two kids at Christmas time.  I was divorced since 2002 and I never remember seeing them then.  It was always a painful time for me.  I was always reminded my two kids lived with their Mom.

Last night I had my two kids over for Hanukkah (I am Jewish, too).  I decided to celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas early last night.  Hanukkah is eight days long and my “window” is much larger to see them.

I made potato latkes (potato pancakes) and cheesecake cupcakes for dinner for them and my wife.  We exchanged Christmas presents.  It was a pleasant evening and gave me hope that I might have started a new tradition.

The holidays were always a “hard” time for me.  It is never too late to start a new tradition.