There are delightful surprises sprinkling the path to falling in love again at my age. I’ve always been something of a romantic, but in the last few decades that blissful trait has been buried under the weight of getting older, crushing some of the sense of delight and discovery necessary to maintain the magic.
In the past few years, I’d not even entertained the thought that fresh and adventurous romance was a possibility. I didn’t miss it because I didn’t expect it.
I’m about to tell you a cautionary tale involving food, phones, fighting and fire.
One evening while preparing dinner, I was on the phone arguing with my oldest son. I don’t remember the subject, I just know I was right and he was wrong. And, I told him so as I lay green beans on a metal steamer in a pot, forgot to add water, then placed the pan over high heat on the stovetop.