Far more than you ask from me are all the things I want to be. I have a plate on the table that is glistening yet the food is slop. Not the kind you deserve. Not the Chicken Cordon Bleu, not the Linguine Alfredo, hell not even a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. I wish I could find the moment to make a nice plate of Ranch Dijon Chicken on Angel Hair Pasta. Yes that would do. That would be wonderful. Not so much the meal but looking in your eyes and hearing you laugh as we talk about things that don't matter to anyone else.