Une Envie de Sel

 For the past couple of weeks, Q's daddy has been back in his whites, helping out in a friend's restaurant a couple of nights a week. He left the restaurant business (after many years of cooking) back when we were in the final stages of the adoption process, knowing that the food biz is a difficult one for a new father. But cooking is in his blood, he's good at it, and he enjoys it. Q misses him terribly when he's away, but she could not be more proud when she gets to stop into the restaurant and peek in at him through the food window. She loves his white uniform, and she loves to watch her daddy cook for other people, and she sometimes tells me that when she grows up she'd like to cook, too.

 When her daddy and I were first dating, and he was the culinary director at a sushi restaurant in the Vail Valley, I used to watch him through that same sort of window, with the stacked plates, and the rows of well-used pots and pans behind. So I love to look through that window and see this.

 Tonight, early on a slow Monday evening, Q had the privilege of being in the restaurant kitchen with her daddy while he whipped her up some pasta Alfredo for her supper. Oh, the pride and adoration on that face! It warms the heart of a mommy and proud wife.

This is maybe my favorite set of photos ever, ever. My family. The ones that I love. 

How lucky can one mommy be?