My Mom requested a visit. Not really something my Mom does. But since she’s doing chemo, she’s allowed. Yes, cancer. Aggressive.

And to be fair, I offered.

So I’m visiting my Mom and Dad. Mom’s other request was that I come up and make dinner. I get to set the menu.

A lesser man would think I’m being used for my cooking. If that were true, I’m still OK with that.

This is certainly a big responsibility. And a great opportunity to try things out that I’ve never made before. I needed something quick, so I jumped on Pinterest and found a great recipe I pinned last summer for pork chops with peaches. Huge hit. Paired it with roasted brussels sprouts and carrots. Those were pretty good, though the carrots were still a bit crisp as the brussels sprouts were beginning to blacken.

Now everyone else is asleep, like I should be. But I am not quite ready to go to bed. I am still thinking. Always.

And I am thinking how thankful I am for my family. For my parents. My children. My incredible spouse. The love that we share. The memories we make. The fun we have together.

I will cherish this forever.