When I was a boy growing up,
we would always have a delicious Italian dinner.
My Nana’s slow cooked sauce was the key.
In it were cooked potatoes, chicken, steak, and meatballs.
and dropped into the red sauce.
We also had loaves of homemade Italian bread
covered in butter.
Every now and then
there were also big chunks of Provolone cheese.
We would all eat, talk, and laugh
until both our bellies and hearts were full.
After Mom and Nana passed away
my Dad would still make the sauce from time to time
and invite me and my brothers over to his little home
for a dinner full of fine food and happy memories.
When my Dad died
he passed the family recipe on to me and my daughter.
We often made the sauce for dinner
but for some reason it never tasted quite right.
At first I thought we had gotten the recipe
but one day I realized what was missing.
On that day right before dinner
I closed my eyes,
opened my heart,
and imagined my Dad, Mom, and Nana all sitting at the table around me
with smiling faces.
Then I placed the pasta on my fork
and slowly slid it into my mouth.
It tasted perfect
just as it always had when I was a boy growing up.
what it had always been: Love!
Love is the secret ingredient
that makes all of life taste better.
Love is the meal that life wants all of us to feast upon.
Make all of your meals with love.
Fill all of your days with love.
Live all of your life with love.
Share your love with everyone you meet.