I love to cook.  But I have guilt that I don’t/can’t/won’t cook every night.  I do try to cook as often as I am able.  The Easter Bunny found a cute chef’s apron at the Dollar Store and it was pink, my little one’s favorite color.  Who knew that would turn out to be her favorite goodie in her basket?  Not the pink clay or pink bows, the pink lip balm or pink Hello Kitty soap.  And I could not be more thrilled!  Now she runs and gets her apron which hangs in our pantry every time we cook.  She also gets her step stool because she’s still too little to reach the sink.  She really is a sous chef!  (Pun intended.)  I love teaching her and she seems to love learning.  There is a satisfaction that comes with creating a meal for loved ones and then sitting down properly to eat it.  She is so proud she has helped and will tell Daddy about her contributions.  I realize she is doing more little by little.  It is bittersweet to see her grow.  But I also realize that is what she is supposed to do, and I am supposed to help her do it.

‎”This is my advice to people:  Learn how to cook, try new recipes, learn from your mistakes, be fearless, and above all have fun.” ~ Chef Julia Child

I shall endeavor to cook more, try more new things, learn from my flops, be brave, and above all have fun … all with my girl.