Sunday dinner

It is ritual; Sunday dinner at mom’s, and with the kids in tow we arrive to the wonderful smell of warm tomato sauce. I can smell the meatballs marinating it it’s goodness. My mother is eager to feed my son and in these moments I see flashbacks for us both. She smiles seeing me watch her interaction with my son. My daughter remains a fickle eater, especially as she has eaten at noon with my wife where my son held off only snacking lightly knowing the 3pm feast would be the highlight of the weekend.

It is raining and has been all day, rather dreary but expected at this time of the year, temperatures haven’t dropped enough to coax snow to replace it.

I’ve been thinking about my birthday lately and even made a point to take time off especially with Nina and I sharing birthdays it would be a nice break from the mad dash which is life. I’d really like to get into the city to the CW pencil company store. Between that and the Jewish deli for some comfort food.

I seem to be writing more here lately, funny it is all being accomplished on my phone.

Be well everyone.