What if tomorrow never comes?
And although I'm not really emotionally ready to deal with the actual possibility of that all too inevitable reality, I decided that at the very least...
I could teach them how to cook.
Full meals. Great meals. Family meals. Because food is home. And sharing. And moments. And holidays. And love, and arguments, and weddings, and funerals. And that's what I want them to remember. All the levels and flavors and depths of love.
So tonight, Saita decided she would make Mama's Chicken Tacos. From scratch. On her own. And she did!! Three hours later, we're sitting down to the absolute best chicken taco meal I have ever had in my whole. entire. life.
And all I can taste...is her love.