Cooking... Stones

I cooked a pork roast for my dad and daughter today. Nervous because I've never cooked one before. It was my favorite thing to have my mom cook and her's was the best in the world. Curly Top said it was really good and took a second serving, she doesn't even like pork roast. Dad took seconds too and said it was as good as Mom's. Even if it wasn't true, it was nice of him to say so unsolicited. Better yet it was good to see him eat a balanced meal finally. There is beauty in knowing that the simple act of eating means his healing has begun.