Biggest Fan

You thought I was remarkable too.  A remarkable cook.  That made you a majority of one.  You would feel so bad when your Dad would criticize my cooking, I think his attempts were supposed to be funny, maybe.  Maybe not.  But you would feel badly for me and try to compensate for the digs.  You would always find a way to try to build me up even though you were just a preschooler.  I was never Julia Child, but that didn't stop you.  With such sparkling eyes, you would look at me and say things like, "Mommy, you make the best hot dogs in the world!"  Or, "That was the best glass of milk ever!" Any little thing.  Just melted me that you could be so thoughtful, so tender.  What a keeper!