In 2001, I was physically and emotionally overwhelmed by a difficult pregnancy and a toddler who wouldn’t stop. He didn’t nap and I couldn’t stay awake! My best friend at the time, Deborah Pelletier, a new believer and full-time university student, had little time to get together, but I’ll never forget the day – I think it was during exams – when I told her over the phone I didn’t know how I’d find the energy to make lunch. Minutes later, she was at my door with a loaf of bread, processed cheddar, and real butter. She pulled out my frying pan, and made us all sandwiches. If love has a flavour, it’s grilled cheese!
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