"It's pretty wonderful, and it saves me from cooking probably more often than it should." Joyce remarked with a smile, she didn't mind so much as long as the kids were fed.

"Well Jonathan, my oldest, is turning nineteen this year, Will and Jane are 15." She paused, as though the full weight of that was just setting in. Her babies weren't babies anymore. And like all little birds they'd leave the nest one day.

"Jonathan is getting ready to go off to college, so pretty soon it'll just be the three of us."