Malaya ☀️

My father once told me the secret to a happy marriage. “Stay out of the kitchen. Let her handle the holidays.” I was 19. He was in his recliner. My mother was cooking for 14 people. She’d been up since 5 AM. He’d been up since the football pregame. I didn’t think anything of it. That’s just how it was. Fast forward 20 years. I’m in the recliner. My wife is in the kitchen. She’s been up since 5 AM. I’ve been up since the pregame. My daughter walks by and I see her watching. Not the TV. Her mother. Then me. Then her mother again. That’s when it hit me: She’s taking notes. My father taught me that holidays were for men to rest and women to work. He didn’t say it. He showed it. Every Thanksgiving. Every Christmas. Every Easter. The recliner passed from him to me like an inheritance I never asked for. This morning I woke up at 4 AM. Not for content. For the turkey. My wife found me in the kitchen at 6. She didn’t say anything. She just stood there. Then she cried. Your kids are taking notes. Not on what you say. On where you sit. The recliner is an inheritance. Be the generation that stands up.