Last night after dinner, baths, homework, saying the Divine Mercy Novena, and putting the kids to bed (or rather, putting the littles to bed and constantly nagging the older kids to go to bed) Phil and I started cooking dinner for the next day. I chopped onions and peppers and sauteed the ground beef while he mixed up some cornbread for our version of Taco Pie. As much as I wanted to just sit down and drink my lime La Croix with a slice of lemon, I knew cooking that dinner would make our lives easier today. So we cooked and cleaned and prepared lunches and talked and before we knew it, we were done. Many hands make light work, and a good partner makes that work practically float away. It was actually kind of, dare I say, fun? I went to bed feeling so happy and accomplished that I chose the good over the easy. In serving others, we really can find happiness and in working together towards a common goal, we really can find joy.
|Phil cooking and me dancing. Typical Martin kitchen antics.