Day 187 -- Four-Meatball Baby
Before I begin this post, make sure you check out some of the pictures I added to yesterday's from the triathlon. I was having a hard time getting them posted last night (dang KOA wireless), so I added them tonight. It definitely helps give you a better sense of the event; at least I think it does.
It was spaghetti night -- probably my favorite night of ever month. We get together with Evan and Laura and my mom and Bob for Bob's homemade, authentically-Italian spaghetti and meatballs. We have salad and garlic bread and dessert too, but they are more there because we feel obligated to put them out than anything. Who cares about those things when you are looking at all that delicious marinara sauce and all those big, beautiful meatballs?
So, obviously I am thankful that tonight was spaghetti night.
But, during the course of the meal, it occurred to all of us that AJ was ready to begin partaking in the experience. We started off by giving her a meatball, which she promptly destroyed, much to Papa Bob's delight. I was so proud when she polished off not one, not two, but three additional meatballs, grinning like a fool the entire time. We tend to keep inventory of the number of meatballs that we go through because Evan and I always try to to eat as many as possible. We discovered that AJ was responsible for as many meatballs as her aunt, Laura.
That's my girl.
Thank God for a Four-Meatball Baby!
Lord, thank you for spaghetti night. Thank you for how it allows our family to get together. Thank you for Bob and his willingness to do all the work it takes to get it together. Thank you for my hilarious little girl and for her first real experience with spaghetti night. I pray that you would allow us to enjoy this tradition for many, many years to come. In your name I pray, Amen.
It was spaghetti night -- probably my favorite night of ever month. We get together with Evan and Laura and my mom and Bob for Bob's homemade, authentically-Italian spaghetti and meatballs. We have salad and garlic bread and dessert too, but they are more there because we feel obligated to put them out than anything. Who cares about those things when you are looking at all that delicious marinara sauce and all those big, beautiful meatballs?
So, obviously I am thankful that tonight was spaghetti night.
But, during the course of the meal, it occurred to all of us that AJ was ready to begin partaking in the experience. We started off by giving her a meatball, which she promptly destroyed, much to Papa Bob's delight. I was so proud when she polished off not one, not two, but three additional meatballs, grinning like a fool the entire time. We tend to keep inventory of the number of meatballs that we go through because Evan and I always try to to eat as many as possible. We discovered that AJ was responsible for as many meatballs as her aunt, Laura.
That's my girl.
Thank God for a Four-Meatball Baby!
Lord, thank you for spaghetti night. Thank you for how it allows our family to get together. Thank you for Bob and his willingness to do all the work it takes to get it together. Thank you for my hilarious little girl and for her first real experience with spaghetti night. I pray that you would allow us to enjoy this tradition for many, many years to come. In your name I pray, Amen.
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