The Pizza Story

I didn’t cook anything special on my birthday because we are on a really tight budget. Hubby picked up a box of pizza on his way home. There were eight slices and each slice can make you feel full. The kids love pizza to bits so I know a single serving is not enough. I gave them another slice and cut it in half. Hubby and I had one slice each. I set aside three slices for breakfast the following day.

I reheated the pizza in the morning and give each kid a slice. Hubby and I were supposed to share the remaining slice,  but he decided to give his share to me. I know the kids still want more, so I let them have the last piece. The kids refused to take the pizza because it was their birthday treat for me.

My kids really know when to make me smile and cry at the same time. I appreciate their being thoughtful…not a pair of moissanite earrings can make me happy like that.

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