Thursday, December 24, 2009

The most important thing

You know, the older I get the less I worry about the foods I serve. The less I worry about everything turning out perfectly. I just do my best.

I wonder about how my meal is going to turn out tomorrow. How's all that sweet stuff going to go down? I wonder if my daughter-in-law, the gourmet cook and prize-winning food blogger, is going to laugh along with me if it doesn't all turn out as it should....if it's just far too much sweet stuff.

Actually, I do sound a bit worried, don't I? But not a nervous kind of worry. All will be fine.

The older I get, the more I look forward to the company and not the meal. The togetherness. The sharing. The enjoyment of time around the table, whatever the food.

Just some thoughts as I prepare all I can before tomorrow comes.

Have a happy Christmas day everyone.


Anonymous said...

Thank you for sharing your life through your blog. I often find encouragement in my sruggle with depression by reading your stories. Blessings and Merry Christmas!

marja said...


Thank you very much for visiting and for your encouragement. It helps me to know that I'm helping people through my writings. Kind of hard for me to know.

I hope you had a good Christmas. All the best to you.