Measuring up

Monday nights with Allan is easy because he doesn't expect much. He expects a meal - not even a good meal necessarily, but something that will fill his hunger. Our home is always open but there's that angst that resides within that wonders about measuring up. I'm so grateful for good friends that can join us (and "us" includes Allan) and I never have to worry about whether things are perfect: napkins = paper towels and serving dishes = pots on the stove with a spoon included. I love it.