Reasons I love my hubby...
My husband isn't the romantic type. He doesn't buy me flowers, or jewelry. Sometimes he even forgets to put the toilet seat. There are however times that I realize over and over again why I love him... he makes me happy, he loves me, and he makes me smile.
So I've been busy reading since my friend MJ got me addicted book series. DH was sitting on the couch feeling a bit put out so he started looking through cookbooks. I sarcastically asked him if he would make me peanut butter cookies. He got up and went into the kitchen and I went back to reading. A little while later I smelled peanut butter cookies baking. He made me cookies... but it gets better...
A little while later he's still tinkering in the kitchen and he says, "Honey do we have ground cloves?"
"Yep it's in the spice drawer."
"Honey do we have ginger?"
"Same place, Love."
"Um what about molasses?"
"Top shelf of the dry goods cabinet."
Then nothing for a while. I smelled nothing baking and he goes out front to shovel more snow. Then he comes back in and asks me if I have a dish that is 9".
"I have a 9"x13" pan why?"
He says that's not gonna work, but then gets a look on his face that a child would get when it's just figured out how to get up to the cabinet to get into the cookie jar. He grabs his tape measure and goes into the kitchen. I am now fully intrigued and follow him into the kitchen. There is is with molasses cookie dough rolled into a log and he is measuring the length with a metal tape measure.
I can't describe the grin that formed on my face or the warm fuzzy feeling I got in my heart. The care he took to make sure the cookie dough would be just perfect for me, even if it was with his work tape measure, priceless. My husband is the most adorable man in the world.
So I've been busy reading since my friend MJ got me addicted book series. DH was sitting on the couch feeling a bit put out so he started looking through cookbooks. I sarcastically asked him if he would make me peanut butter cookies. He got up and went into the kitchen and I went back to reading. A little while later I smelled peanut butter cookies baking. He made me cookies... but it gets better...
A little while later he's still tinkering in the kitchen and he says, "Honey do we have ground cloves?"
"Yep it's in the spice drawer."
"Honey do we have ginger?"
"Same place, Love."
"Um what about molasses?"
"Top shelf of the dry goods cabinet."
Then nothing for a while. I smelled nothing baking and he goes out front to shovel more snow. Then he comes back in and asks me if I have a dish that is 9".
"I have a 9"x13" pan why?"
He says that's not gonna work, but then gets a look on his face that a child would get when it's just figured out how to get up to the cabinet to get into the cookie jar. He grabs his tape measure and goes into the kitchen. I am now fully intrigued and follow him into the kitchen. There is is with molasses cookie dough rolled into a log and he is measuring the length with a metal tape measure.
I can't describe the grin that formed on my face or the warm fuzzy feeling I got in my heart. The care he took to make sure the cookie dough would be just perfect for me, even if it was with his work tape measure, priceless. My husband is the most adorable man in the world.