#299
Ginny, I love you because, a long time ago, soon after we
married, you spilled
a brown sugar and bourbon sauce for a ham into the oven. You
called out for
help.
I walked in.
You knelt in front of the oven and fearfully said,
"When I
basted the ham and tried to put it back in the oven, the ham
rolled and tilted
the pan."
"Well, let's clean it up and make more sauce."
We worked together that afternoon and got everything right.
Later you said, "I thought you'd be mad at me?"
I held you tight. "Gin, things happen. The next major
kitchen disaster will probably
be mine. I know you won't be mad at me; I know you'll laugh
at me and help make
it better, just like everything we'll face in life."
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