I was lucky enough to spend the last three days with my husband, Jim and our grown-up daughters, Kate and Abigail. We always have an incredible time together - we all love to cook - (and eat) and nothing makes me happier than the smell of garlic sauteeing, Billy Holiday singing in the backgroud and the sound of Kate's and Abigail's laughter. But Saturday night something especially wonderful happened. We were all at a party, busy chatting with old friends when suddenly, in the middle of a…
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