The secret? The night before, I had hired a local catering service. They delivered everything fresh that morning, and all I did was plate and serve. When my husband complimented the food, I smiled and simply said, “I’m glad you liked it.” Later, when he discovered I hadn’t cooked, he stood there, speechless. I looked at him and said gently, “See how easy it is to appreciate a good meal when someone else does the work?”
Now, Sundays look different. His family still visits, but everyone brings a dish, and he helps with cleanup. The laughter feels lighter, the meals taste better, and I finally get to enjoy my Sundays too. Sometimes, the best lessons are served with honesty—and a well-catered meal.
