Rocking the glasses for a night of “Titanic 3-D.” I kept gasping as if I hadn’t seen the movie at least 14 times. “Maybe they changed the ending and the ship doesn’t sink this time,” I might have said. A hodge-podge dinner one night: Pasta with tomatoes, basil and olive oil. Garlic Naan. Salad. Kiwi and, you guessed it, mango.Cuddles.
Mom’s homemade chicken vegetable soup.
All that basil.
My friend’s belly laughter as we gave into our stalker tendencies.
Refreshed and reminded.
Jack and Rose; I love that movie more than I remembered.