John and I have reached that point in our lives when we really don’t ask for anything for Christmas. This is not to say that we do not welcome or appreciate presents, we just don’t want for much and are as grateful for a heartfelt greeting.
We did get a swell gift this year though. My brother-in-law and his wife gave us a cookbook. Beautiful as it is, it is the inscription inside that made us smile and be grateful.
Our families have come around on this “gay thing” for the most part though it was not too long ago that they’d sooner not discuss “it.” We know you’re gay and we know you’re together but let’s just not talk about it.
So we cherish what was written in the inside cover:
To John & Erwin,
Please come home for some good cooking.
We don’t know Frank Stitt and have not been to his restaurant in Birmigham, Alabama, but my brother-in-law has. And the thought that Scott went up to the chef and asked him to dedicate the book to John AND Erwin, well, that certainly keeps us coming home to North Carolina and family.