When Daniel’s home, the refrigerator is always full, and so is the house.
I love it.
His friends are grown up, but they still hang out in the kitchen with me. Not that I’m cooking. Mostly I’m talking.
Although I do cook breakfasts. It’s my specialty, and I love when I find out that some of them have spent the night.
Mostly they’re camped out in Daniel’s room but sometimes there’s an overflow. So when I wake up in the morning, I never know who I’ll find sprawled out on a couch in the family room.