A milestone
Last night, I went to my daughter’s apartment for dinner.
Not a big dinner or anything, just a bowl of soup (chicken, from scratch, a little on the bland side but really pretty good) while picking up my grandson. But it was the first time one of my kids invited me to a dinner at their place. She has her own place now, enough of a place to have people over for dinner.
OK, not a major event in the history of the world, but it feels important to me.
