When we were first married Rusty hated doing dishes. (What am I saying? He still hates to do dishes!) So he would eat straight out of the pan whenever he could. He also made us share a plate most of the time. This drove me NUTS--and eventually he gave in and started 1. not eating out of pans and 2. using his OWN dishes.
Last night our church had a corn roast where they were supplying all the corn, drinks and cookies, and we were all supposed to bring our own picnic dinner. I was really not feeling in the mood to pack up an entire dinner so we just decided to scarf some leftovers before we went. I wasn't that hungry yet (it was only about 4:30), so I went to the fridge, pulled out a huge serving bowl of pasta salad I had made earlier in the week, got a fork from the drawer and plopped it all down in front of Rusty. He looked at me with awe in his eyes and said, "I've never loved you more than I do right now."
It took 7 years, but we've finally come full circle.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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4 comments:
That's awesome!
ok.... this made me laugh! Excellent story!
ha ha, gotta love it! What a cute story!
Be careful drinking milk at my house, it is possible I might have taken a swig straight from the carton....glad to see there is love still after all those years :)
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