David was given a mandolin by Miriam and an electric wok by Joe. I was the recipient of all the yumminess that came from those gifts. Our tradition was to wake up early—thanks Joe! Make coffee. Open presents. David would make a fantastic breakfast, bacon, French toast, eggs. Often we would go to a movie and come home for dinner. This particular year we just stayed home. This is my memory: lying on my bed, watching an old movie, David bringing me delicious things to eat. Fried things. Onion rings. I was in heaven. Then I took a nap.