Yesterday, whilst working, I received a message from my wife asking me to pick up a few items from the grocery store, which included hamburger fixings.  I always welcome requests from my wife.  They provide opportunities to demonstrate the devotion that she inspires in me, as well as the willingness to get her what she wants, because I love being hers.  You know what I mean? When I got home I got the grill going.  The mesquite smoke rose through the crisp air transcending the distance between myself and the fire, connecting us, a promise of things to come.  Each patty sizzled when I laid it on the hot grill, and the aroma became much...much...sweeter (imagine Barry White reading this).  I sprinkled worcestershire sauce on them as they grilled, and it gave a new edge to the fragrance that made my mouth water.  I applied black pepper, paprika and garlic powder.  Meanwhile, my wife was inside sauteing some red bell peppers and onions, which I like to put on my hamburgers.  It was going to be a good one.

We all eagerly gathered around the table.  (Statistics show that there are a variety of benefits derived from eating around the table as a family.)  We thanked the Lord and asked His blessing.  We passed things around for a few minutes.  We ate.  We were not disappointed.