When Emily saw me assembling the kabobs her reply was, "Wow, we're having a real barbeque." I guess that's what it looked like to her. I then did something a bit out of the ordinary and decided to place our raspberry lemonade in one of my fancier pitchers.
She then said, "Why are we using that? We aren't even having guests for dinner." I kind of muttered, "You are my guests." This got me thinking. Maybe if I were to think of this each night when I am trying to get a meal on the table for dinner, it might not seem like such drudgery. After all, these are my most precious guests! 
