Meatloaf

I made a meatloaf today.  I don’t do that very often.  It still bothers me to make it.  I made mashed potatoes and peas, too, which only made it worse.   I cried a little.  It was Louie’s favorite meal.  He also liked chicken pot pie and lasagna. 

One time I was making chicken pot pie with some left over chicken and vegetables.  I made I lot more than my pot could hold when I put the biscuits on top.  Instead of getting out a big pot, I used another small one.  As I was getting the first pot out of the oven, I called everyone to supper.  Louie was up on the third floor and was the last one there.  As he walked into the kitchen, I was scraping out the first pot.  He said, with his lip sticking out, “At least you could have saved me a biscuit.”  I got the second pot out of the oven and sat it right in front of him.  I handed him the big spoon and said, “Take as much as you want.”  He had such a look of elation on his face!  I can still see him so clearly and hear his exact words.

I did not intend to talk about my first son here.  I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.  Sometimes, I need to get my thoughts down.  You will be hearing more about him.  It helps.

PS–Elvis says thanks for the birthday wishes.

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2 Responses to “Meatloaf”

  1. Sara Says:

    That’s a very cute story. I think it goes without saying, but I would love to hear more about your first son.

  2. Christine Says:

    It is good to get your thoughts down and I would love to hear more about your first son and a few tears just add some salt. 🙂 Hugs to you.

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