My Wife Spent Two Sleepless Nights Preparing 38 Dishes for 75 Relatives—By the End of Our Granddaughter’s Birthday Party, Everything Changed

A sharp, sudden breath woke me sometime after four.

Gloria stood beside the oven, clutching her hand.

She had burned two fingers pulling out a hot tray.

“Let me see.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It isn’t.”

I wrapped her hand in ice while she kept glancing nervously toward the oven.

“The soufflé needs attention,” she insisted.

“It can wait.”

“It can’t.”

I wanted to tell continue reading …