Originally Posted by goaf1968

Many decades ago - 1980 - I lost my first wife to a car accident. This left me with a 4-1/2 year old daughter to raise, plus complete and Air Force career. For the next 6-1/2 years I was "the man" to do everything for her, including cooking. Many a night I can remember coming home really tired and had to cook.

then I met this wonderful woman very close to the end of a 20-year Air Force career and we married. She could barely cook -- well maybe chili and lasagna -- but she still tried. I am the cook in the house and I am so very grateful that she is here now. After 24 years of marriage, she has become a wonderful cook. Every now and then she might burn something, or not have it come out as it is supposed to. I will never complain because I remember all those years how I wanted to have a mate to share in those things. She always apologizes for what she believes is a bad meal but I tell her that even her worst meal is a pleasure to me. She is in my life and I don't have to wish someone was there for me to share that meal. Oh yes, she took to my daughter like a duck takes to water, and about 3 years later she and I had a daughter together. The youngest is now 20, loves to cook and bake. The oldest is 34 -- microwave city! I am a happy man. God asked me to be very patient and the right woman would appear to me. I was, and she did.