On Wednesday evenings Marty meets with a group of men at our church. This means I am flying solo with the kids at home and subsequently I've developed a super relaxed attitude towards their evening meal....I'm talking bowl-of-cereal relaxed. When his weekly commitment began I had grand visions of opening our home to friends, cooking them a warm meal, and sharing a heaping dose of laughter while the kids skip and giggle through the house. But time has done what it does best and the days have flown by without a single nighttime skip or giggle. That is until last week when the Ikenouyes entered our humble abode and joined us for plates of spaghetti and hours of fun.
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