Chicken Pot Pie

Today I made Chicken Pot-pie for lunch, even though all I wanted was the leftover cookie dough in the fridge. I didn't want to wait 45 minutes to cook my pot-pie in the Oven, but I wanted the flakey crust you only get from the oven and I remembered back to a childhood moment that typically comes to mind whenever I see or think about a pot pie.

My Dad had just hung up with my mom on the phone, and she was on her way home from an errand. He decided and said out loud to me "Let's make mom a Chicken Pot pie for her to have when she gets home!" I was so excited to be in on this surprise for mom. My Dad was not the normal cook in the house at the time, and was sad when he saw that it took 45 minutes to cook it in the oven. There was no time to spare, so Dad came up with plan B and cooked it to almost done in the microwave, then threw it in the toaster oven. It was hot and ready when Mom got home.

I apply this lesson with a lot of my pre-packed frozen dinners. But the stronger lesson I learned from the experience was my Dad's relationship and kindness towards my mom. Did I mention this story took place during the middle of a BYU football game? He took time out of game watching to make my mom a pot-pie she didn't even ask for or hint at. It didn't matter if she was hungry. It was the thoughtfulness. It told her that he thought of her, he was willing to take time out of his favorite football game, and that he remember's one of her favorite meals and knows her well.

I've been able to take this lesson to heart with my relationship with my husband. It's the little things, the time taken out of your day to let the other know you think of them, that really shows you love them. Love really is a verb, and this lesson will be what keeps our love growing through eternity.