When I was little I spent a huge amount of time worrying about which of the three of us my parents loved the best. Childhood is full of rankings. A child is expected to come up with their favorite color or ice cream flavor for strangers. That question of who my parents loved best was a big part of my mental life as a small child.
Between my own childhood and my own time being a parent I heard lots of different answers to that question of which which child is the favorite.. I knew that the commonly given answer of ," I love you all the same", was clearly a big lie that even a tiny child could see through.
As a parent, I know that the right answer for me has always been , "I love you all differently.". What I mean when I say that is that each of my kids has some characteristics that I deeply love and feel strongly connected to.
Monday our son leaves for Amarillo for the next year and a half or so. We are having a celebratory dinner tonight..
We have a couple of chickens stuffed with limoo, dried limes.
We are also having sweet and spicy wings.
I made a big kale, orange and date salad.
Rice is cooking as I type. Dessert may have been a disaster.
To make up for the ugly dessert, here is a photo of a pretty rye bread that I baked earlier in the week.
I added cocoa to some of the dough and rolled the two doughs up together.
Shabbat Shalom to all of us.
Welcome to Texas, the Lone Star State!
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