Tonight I Realized...

...that I'm turning into my mother. And grandmother. And every single woman in my family.

I'm coordinating a dinner that's being taken to a family who had a death in the family this weekend.  I have an entire storage tub full of food that was brought to me from various people tonight.  Like, it's full.

I'm still getting food from 2 more people tomorrow night, and going to Walmart to purchase for all the people who just gave me money.

I will have at least two full storage tubs of food, and probably more.

I just panicked and almost cooked something else, because I thought "WHAT IF IT'S NOT ENOUGH?"

These are normal-sized humans who are going to have food for, like, the next 3 months out of what we're taking them.

I guess it's my "love language", or whatever it is people talk about.  I'm pretty sure "food" isn't one of the love language categories, but it should be.

But, hey.  Now at least you know that if I invite you over for dinner, I must love you and stuff.

It's also possible that if I invite you for dinner, I've got food that's about to go bad.  But you can pretend like it's love...