3.14 Day

 Emy is always thinking.  She and Walter came to play in the backyard. And she brought pie.

There was an apple crisp.  A chocolate pecan pie.  And two chicken pot pies!  All from Fresh Market. She knew that we had gotten our second shot and that I was a little under the weather.

I haven't had chicken pot pie since I was little.  This was better than anyone I ever had.  Mark even said he would like to get more.

Michael had never tasted one and he must have loved it because when I opened the fridge this morning 3/4 of the pie was gone.

Thanks, Emmy.  It was all so good and you wore the puppies out.