Comfort Food

So I get yet another week of waiting.  I live in the world of "knowing" and not knowing causes me great angst.

However, somehow I found this angel who keeps me safe from all harm and knows exactly what I need to feel like nothing bad can ever happen to me.  She is comfort.

So last night after the AJ game, we were in the kitchen for meal number 4.  I heated up some Farfalle.  It is always wonderful.  Always tasty and always "exactly what I need".  Then it hit me.  It is my comfort food.  Comfort food perfected by my comfort person.

On Sunday when you told me the girls where coming for dinner the night before my biopsy (and I later found out you invited Chris too), the question became "what should we have".  It is always simple.  "I want Farfalle" is my reply.  It always is.  And until now, I always thought it was just because it was my favorite food.  But it is more than that.

Suddenly I was remembering every "important" gathering for our family.  Guess what shows up more often than not?  Farfalle.  Why?  Because it is a safe food.  It is a delicious food.  It never lets you down.  You can always count on it to "be there for you".  And somehow we always go back to it.  When we need comfort, Farfalle is always there for us.

It is Rozell Family Comfort food.

Now, lets not give the meal itself all the credit.  Farfalle is you my love.  You are the comfort.  You are the "always there".  It just comes in the form of a delicious meal.  Warms our hearts.  Fills our voids.  Take our minds off whatever we want to forget.  Holds our hand through whatever we need hand holding through.

I slept fine Sunday night.  Love from my girls at dinner. My wife right next to me.  Life as it should be.  My belly was full and my heart was full of "comfort food".

Thank you my love.

You're the world to me.  I love you more than anything in the world.