I could cry.
I know, ridiculous right? But he's had such a horrible time since lockdown and then his dad died and he retreated right inside himself, lost his job, tried uni but that didn't work out. He's barely spoken to anyone for a year and doesn't eat except junk in the middle of the night.
This evening he has googled a recipe, done the shopping, cooked the dinner and sat at the table to eat it with me. And it was delicious.
Honestly, I am crying writing this.