The other night as I was prepping three different versions of dinner for Parker, Ever and I (Aaron was traveling), and found myself nostalgic for dinnertime eight years ago. Eight years ago Aaron and I were newlyweds and dinner after a busy 10, 11, or 12-hour work day would sometimes mean walking across the street to the market and picking up a bottle of wine, soft cheese, and a baguette and dining at the bar or perched on the countertop. These days dinnertime more often means a lot more…