There I stood, sandwiches for five people spread out on the counter, waiting to be made.
Grilled cheese for some, peanut butter and jelly for the one allergic to cheese, and turkey avocado for the one allergic to cheese and peanut butter.
And I smiled to myself as I realized: this is my dream come true.
Not the allergies, mind you, but the real meaning behind those five sandwiches.
A family of my own to care for, nurture and love.
I've known all my life, that no matter whether I pursued a paying career or not, this was my calling.
Whether I pursue a paying career in the future remains to be seen, but the maker of our home I will always be. :)