Spaghetti

We had spaghetti tonight. Martin loves spaghetti, but he also wants garlic bread and salad. I realize that is a normal menu, but today, I didn't feel much like doing all of that. In addition, others in the family were joining us. Natalie and the boys came down, Becky, Joe and Little Joe, Aunt Cheryl and Nanamee came for dinner. I walked in the house after church, all pooped out because lately I have been having lots of trouble with some serious fatigue. Martin met me at the door, and I was surprised to see him, as he was supposed to be at a game for Jaybird. He took one look at me and commanded that I go and lay down, he would make dinner. I was too tired to care, and gratefully plopped down on my soft, wonderful bed. After a while, I could smell the scent of Italian cooking wafting through the house. I kept my eyes closed, hoping that no one would ask me to get up and eat. I was willing to loll the night away in the dim light of my room. I could hear Little Joe making noise, so I knew that Becky and Joe had arrived, and I heard Natalie and the boys as they came through the door. I was still playing possum. I began to feel badly about my rude behavior, but I really felt tired, and I hoped that the family would understand if I did not join them. As my anxious feeling of being so rude began to escalate, the door came open and there stood Martin. He asked if I was going to eat with them, and I thought, "yeah, I'll eat a piece of garlic bread and some salad, since the spaghetti had meat in it and I could not eat that".
I dragged my hiney into the kitchen, to a wonderful surprise. Martin, my Gentle Giant, had made special spaghetti sauce for me with vegetarian "meat"! He had also added mushrooms and onions, and it looked chunky and delicious. My spirits lifted considerably. I took my place at the table, (I have a particular chair, and no one gets to sit in it when we are all together) and Natalie began to serve dinner. My dinner was so good, I went back for seconds. We all laughed, talked and enjoyed the company, and before I knew it, the time had passed, and it was time for everyone to leave. Well, at least I thought so, but to my continued surprise, everyone pitched in and cleaned the kitchen and I didn't have to! Martin even fed the dogs, so I guess I had the night off. Tomorrow, spring break starts. That doesn't really mean anything special, we had hoped to be able to go to El Paso the see Aaron, Sarah and the children, but we will have to stay here due to limited finances. It will get better, and I am so thankful for our wonderful life. I am going to take my tired self to bed, say my prayers and see what tomorrow brings. You never know!