Ryan, my husband, is an amazing guy. He works on weekends and I am home with our two year old son, Aidan. He has alot of strong suits as a husband but spontaneous romantic gestures are not one of them. It is amazing, however, how he can surprise me every once in a while.
I woke up yesterday morning in allergy hell. I woke up early because Aidan didn't want to sleep any longer and wanted mommy to make him some cereal and watch cartoons with him. Yesterday was also a return to the terrible twos for my little guy who spent the entire day running around, talking non-stop and just being generally defiant. Needless to say, it was not a great Sunday. Ryan calls before he left work to ask if I had started dinner. Normally by that time I have dinner well in hand but just couldn't do it tonight. He said that we would take care of it. Ryan hates cooking. The extent of his culinary prowess is pancakes, which he does make better than I do. So his saying "I'll take care of it" usually means hitting the drive thru or ordering pizza when he gets home.
When he finally hit the door he had grocery bags in hand. As he took of his shoes, I looked in the bag to find pasta, sauce, ground turkey, a loaf of sourdough bread and a bottle of wine. He told me to sit down and as I relaxed on the couch watching an episode of "Sister Wives" that I had missed, he made a beautiful full pasta dinner and poured me a glass of wine. We enjoyed dinner and then went for an evening walk as a family around the neighborhood. The food was great and there was even enough left over for me to take to work for lunch the next day so I wouldn't have to fuss with that.
I normally hate surprises, but these are the kind I can live with :)
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