Just like old rimes. That is what my grandson reminded me of. Every Tuesday, Bob and I would fo the their home and I would fix dinner and we 4 would eat together while our daughter, their Mother, had evening office hours.
I had forgotten that. Last night, grandson cooked dinner for me at his place . I sat and watched and he did all the cooking and cleaning up. that's not old times. This is definitely new times. I like this arrangement. And do I have to say that everything was
wonderful.It was.And I got a hug at the end.