So, the other day I was attempting to make and can peach jam for the first time in my life. I was also having one of those "pregnant" days, which only made me more frustrated and emotional. By the time the first batch of jam was done, I had a little better idea of what I was doing, but I was still pretty frustrated at the whole canning process. It was at about this time that Scott got home from teaching. As he rode his bike up to the house, I was sitting on the front porch, still frustrated. He handed me a single flower he had picked up on his way home and hugged me for as long as I needed. That flower seemed to symbolize his appreciation for the work I was doing for him and for our family, and somehow the whole day was worth it.
By the next day, I figured out that it wasn't as hard as I had it in my head that it was... but getting to that conclusion took 3 different recipes, 2 different methods of sealing the cans, 3 separate bouts of tears, way too many hugs from my husband to count, and one flower. In the end I was so tired but it felt so satisfying to know that I had not only learned something new that would help my family for years to come, but I now have some pretty darn good Peach Jam if I don't say so myself.
I don't think I could ever say it enough... I LOVE MY HUSBAND. Scott is the light of my life and I know that I wouldn't and couldn't be the woman I am today without him, let alone have the desire or courage to make peach jam!!
1 comment:
and it is really good jam.
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