Category Archives: Conversations I Want to Remember

I’ve Still Got It!

I was in the kitchen roasting tomatoes and peppers to prepare fresh salsa for dinner. Gabriella and Tony were sitting at the kitchen table playing a game of Slap Jack. While I was roasting away, I heard the following

Gabby: Come on Dad! Let’s go!

Tony: Hold on. I want to look at your mama. She’s so pretty.

Gabby: Okay, but please stop looking at her like she’s SUPER smokin’.

*She turns to look at me*

Gabby: Don’t get me wrong, Mommy. I think you’re pretty. But dad is looking at you like he’s about to drool!

Twenty four years later and he still looks at me like he’s about to drool. That’s true love. (Or old age. Or both.)