August 13, 2010

No matter how old we get, we will always be our momma’s baby, right?  I have been accused and found guilty of being a mama’s boy and I’m not ashamed to admit I agree about the verdict.  Today we all got in to the car and drove to Wal-Mart and bought a printer for our computer.  It was great to see mom walking around the store.  We took our time and looked at other items.  She had the energy to do it all.

Then this afternoon, after we got the printer all set up, I asked mom to make me a grilled cheese sandwich.  Nothing is better in this world to me than a grilled cheese sandwich made by mom.  Oh, many  people have tried to make the same thing for me and I graciously ate them – but nothing beats the way my mom makes it.  What’s so special about it?  Mom made it.  And food made with love truly does taste better.  I have become a pretty good cook over the past couple of years but grilled cheese – I don’t make them because no one makes it like Mom.  I know what you’re thinking, it’s just bread, butter and a piece of cheese.  But have you ever had a bad grilled cheese sandwich?  Oh yeah – and when they are bad they are really horrible.  So although I really love them I won’t order them when I go out.  I won’t try to make it on my own.  I won’t even ask the one that I love to make one for me – I’ll just wait for mom.  So thank you, Lord, for making my mom feel better today and up to the task of making a grilled cheese sandwich.