I should mention if a meal is made in this house involving more than 3 ingredients or the name "Helper" somewhere on the box, it is made by my husband. The past few months Steven has started cooking dinner for us multiple times a week. He gets the groceries, he cooks, we eat. It has been tasty and healthy.
The other day we both came home tired, and Steven actually wanted to order a pizza and watch a movie at home (which rarely happens). Davie was playing with some blocks in the living room floor, when the pizza came. I told Davie it was time to eat. I was going to fix her a plate and bring it to her in the living room so we could start the movie. But when I look for Davie, where is she? The kitchen table, in her usual seat, waiting for us. My heart swelled and broke.
I was so proud of my husband, not just for going the manual labor of cooking us a delicious meal so often when he comes home from work tired, but for making it a priority to sit down at the table together for dinner. You can't know how much Steven and I have butted heads on this issue since we were married. "What is the big deal?!" I always thought. It seemed like he had all these rules about mealtime that I didn't know. My heart broke because without Steven's input this would never be a habit Davie would start on my part. But now that she is expecting it, I wouldn't have it any other way. I realize how important it is to set aside a special time to just enjoy your family and to share something with them.