I am still coming off of my Elevate high. I have yet to decompress and go thru all of my pictures and swag and carefully filed memories of this weekend.
Today I am here to share one of the best things that has happened so far in my relationship with Mr. B
Picture this:
I come home from work and get together all of the ingredience for dinner. I have a Pinterest recipe that looks easy enough. I slice and dice, mix and mash all of them together and separate them into the pan. I preheat the oven and go into the office to start reading my new book.
After the allotted time has passed I go check on the meatloaf.
Its mushy.
I figure its just my oven and shut the door assuming I will come back in a bit and it will be browned to perfection and ready to serve.
No.
By this time, Mr. B is peacefully snoozing on the couch to the hum of the basketball game.
I come back 15 minutes later only to find that the mushy mess has only gotten darker. Not what I was hoping for but, ok it will be fine.
More time fixes everything, right?
Lets just increase the temperature for good measure.
By this time I have spent enough time in silence, pondering all the things I am wanting to change and get a handle on in life. Establishing that I have absolutely no handle on any one thing. And the tears roll.
Once I start to cry the tears must run their course. Its a faucet I cannot turn off.
Call me a cry baby, everyone else does.
I threw the pot holders on the counter and leave defeated.
Somehow, he woke up and wandered into the craft room where my tears were rolling down my face
He hugged me, kissed my forehead and asked me what was wrong.
I blew it off like I always do and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the oven.
Him: "whats wrong"
Me: "It wont cook, its mushy on the inside. I can't even make meatloaf"
Him: "Just put it back in and let it chill for a little while, and you chill"
"I love you and your mushy. and the meatloaf"
He shoved me off into a different room and told me to stay away from the meatloaf.
I heard him call out to the little Mr. that dinner was ready.
I walked out of the office sullen and defeated by the meatloaf. as I walked closer I saw the burnt mess that was on the oven. Tears started to well up in my eyes.
Before it could fall he shoved a big piece into his mouth. Despite his best efforts the look of disgust spread across his face.
I felt like a failure.
Not a second had passed when he started scooping burnt meatloaf muffins onto his plate.
Me: "What are you doing?! Those are terrible!"
Him: "I like them. I think they are Delicious"
With those words, and a lot of ketchup he ate 5 muffins.
He makes my heart do things. Things that just make happiness explode.
If he knew I was typing those words he would be embarrassed He will read this, like he does every other post, and be embarrassed that I put his tenderness on the internet for the world to read. But I don't care. Today I am thankful for him and his ability to make my heart smile when I have tears rolling down my cheeks.
So yes, I wrote a post about meatloaf and it is one of the greatest things I have ever gotten the chance to put into words.