last
night jeff worked until eight and i decided to make a full-fledged
dinner; foil-baked tilapia with parsley, rice with collared greens, and
some frozen yogurt with baked apples (COMPLIMENT MY DOMESTIC ATTEMPTS!).
as i was putting the finishing touches on the meal and staring out the
window like an anxious puppy dog waiting for him to hurry up and come
over, i decided that i could be perfectly happy doing this for…ever?
well, maybe not for ever. but for now. isn’t that funny how that works? i
mean, i do want more…of course! i want more education and more clothes
and more kitchen-counter space but, even if that never happens–even if i
had to use the makeshift fold-out counter-top forever–i know i could be
happy with this and most of all, with him…and i think that’s pretty
neat!
Let's skip the part where I apologize for stalking your posts tagged "love" because truth be told, I'm not sorry. I'm in awe of your story, and hope mine turns out to be a little like yours.
ReplyDeleteMoving onward, this post really spoke to me. It's important to realize that, despite the fact a walk-in closet would be nice, or all the Austrian chocolate I can eat, what really matters in life is the people you spend it with. In your case, that's Jeff and I think that's super sweet.
I guess I'm just kinda rambling, but yeah best of luck to you and Jeff! Y'all are precious ;)