I sat today and reflected on the last 11 years of my life. It’s hard to believe I was pregnant with a little bit twelve years ago. Today I sat and watching him leave elementary school. My years are flying by so quickly and I’m not able to blink. Every time I do, another year or five is gone. I’ve also forced myself to come to terms with things that I can’t control. This is something I have struggled with for my whole entire life. I’ve always liked things to feel manageable, controlled, rounded. Some of this is doable, but not everything. Isn’t it funny how it takes a long time to be able to come to terms with things? Accept things…
I’ve known that Coop has had issues with one of his classes this year. I really thought it was because he rushes and he’s bored easily. I thought it was silly mistakes. Turns out he really is struggling. All the other subjects he does great in. He makes fantastic grades. I just couldn’t understand. I’m slowly getting that he really just needs the extra help. I’ve been working on lining up a tutor for him. Hopefully this will help next year. I hate that I have to pay for one, but I don’t want him to fall behind.
6 tablespoons olive oil
2 tablespoons butter
4 cloves garlic, sliced
1 bunch broccoli florets
1 cup chicken broth
16 oz rigatoni pasta, cooked
1 teaspoon dried basil or 1 tablespoon fresh chopped basil
pepper to taste
Cook Pasta according to directions on the package. Set aside. Heat oil and butter in a skillet over medium heat. Add garlic. Cook until lightly golden. Add broccoli. Increase heat. Cook and stir gently until broccoli is tender, 3 to 4 minutes. Add broth. Reduce heat and simmer until broccoli is tender. Add cooked pasta to skillet. Mix thoroughly to allow pasta to absorb flavor. Transfer to a serving dish, top with remaining ingredients.