I love to cook.   Mostly because I also love to eat.  However, I get a feeling of accomplishment in creating feasts for my family.  The dinner table is sacred to me and I insist on considerate manners and communication during our gathering time at meals.  I am rather stern about that.  “Mabel, Mabel strong and able, remove your elbows off the table” is the touching saying my children are so fond of hearing from me.  I am, of course, kidding.  They obviously hate it.

IMG_3797IMG_3798Speaking of children.  I have three.  One, who is my recent bonus child, my stepson, Blake.  I pretty much couldn’t adore this curly haired musical and artistic genius 22 year old young man more.  He has a quiet gentleness, careful yet humorous manner, and I find him constantly interesting.


My 17 year old daughter, Emily, is creative, compassionate, smart as a whip, beautiful, and sarcastically hilarious (when not directed at her wonderful mother).  She is finishing her Junior year of high school and I am already going through part separation anxiety, part extreme excitement for her upcoming Senior year and college adventures.  I know she would absolutely agree when I say she thinks I am the coolest mom on the planet.  (Fact not verified by daughter).  She is going to prom soon, and I can’t wait to see her face when I chaperone in my awesome mom jeans and break out my 1980’s dance moves.  I am certain it will just strengthen our bond as loving mother and daughter.  (Shh!  Don’t tell her, it will be a nice surprise for her and all her friends).

IMG_3795IMG_3796Andrew, my little Drewbug, is adorably 12.  He loves video games, Star Wars, go carts, everything boyish (therefore completely foreign to me). He is, with all sincerity, the sweetest, gentlest person I have ever known. He is finishing his last year of elementary school and I have decided complete denial of the inevitable certainty of upcoming middle school is the way I am going to go with this knowledge.  Definitely.

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