I knew Dwayne was coming home late. So, instead of making the girls wait on their dinner, I fed them mac and cheese with applesauce and when they were done, sat them in front of a movie. When Dwayne got home, he and I smiled at each other, gestured toward the kitchen and tip toed past the girls. Without much thought about it, we just heated up some leftovers as quietly as possible and sat at the table in the dark whispering to one another like best friends do after a long day when lots of important things have happened.

A few hours later, after the kids were bed and he and I were reading together in silence, I came across the verse below. It occurred to me then that I couldn't remember a single meal that ever tasted better to me than those leftovers did.

"Better a dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened calf with hatred." Proverbs 15:17