Obsess much?

I'm pretty proud of myself. I've been really cooking the last few days. I know this era of utopia in the kitchen will end, and we'll end up doing take-out again for week-long stretches, but at the moment, I am cooking. And I am enjoying it.
However, one thought crystallized for me the other day, as I was hulling shrimp for Monday's meal. I realized that I want to be cooking for a brood of kids. Cooking for 2 is certainly better than cooking for 1 (that really sucked) but its not as satisfying as cooking for 3, or 4, or 5.
I don't know why I thought that this would come without a bit of a struggle.
Being "happy" doesn't always fall into your lap.
Things are going awesome for Rich and I in pretty much all other aspects of our lives. No more living hand-to-mouth, we can do a little fun spending, we are comfortable. But, like I mentioned in another post, there's only so much luck to go around, and I guess I am using mine up at the moment.
I'm sure that everything I want will come to me in time. I guess I just have to be a little more patient.

It's definitely something when even basic tasks like cooking remind you of what you don't have, that you really want.