I love getting emails like this:
Hi Cara,
I made your mexican casserole. It was great. Even better warmed up.
I made your mexican casserole. It was great. Even better warmed up.
And that's the end of the e-mail I received from my dad. I am still holding on to a note he wrote me and put into my lunchbox in elementary on my birthday. It says:
"Hope you like your lunch. I liked it so much I ate the first one and made you another one."
(I was laughing out loud just typing that!)
And as I was walking out the door last night (to go see Wicked, which was AWESOME!! Shelby, you were right--Elphaba was amazing!)-- Norris sees the chocolate chips and decides to make chocolate chip cookies. I have never seen him make anything from scratch before, so I SO wanted to stay home and watch, but I had to get out the door. He made a batch from scratch, and even put the rest of the dough in the fridge for fresh cookies every night. Way to go!!
And can't forget this guy:
And I have lovely grandpas, and a soon to be brother in law and good guys for in laws on Norris' side. Blessed to be surrounded by good men who always make me laugh!!