Best Dinner for One

[redpants]

I stepped through the front door exhausted, parched, and hungry. My husband was freshly showered, throwing on clothes. Just as I put my things down, he was picking his things up so he could run off to class, but not before kissing me and the part of my belly sticking out from under my shirt. He tasted like tapatio. We barely exchanged hellos before we had to exchange goodbyes. He had a place set for me at our small table and waiting for me were two burritos made of ground turkey (ground beef doesn't taste good anymore), fresh spinach, tomatoes, cheese, onions, black beans, his special sauce, and avocado. There was a small side salad and glasses of water, horchata, and grape juice lined up in a row. (Lately I have been wanting grape juice and horchata every day.) There were no clues in the kitchen to suggest that someone had been cooking, save the "something smells good in the kitchen" smell. He cleaned everything...very unusual, but very appreciated.

Our air conditioner finally works (of course as the temperature is cooling down), and the workers came to take care of the leak in the ceiling. Puerto Rico is all laid out for what I assume to be hint of things to come tonight. I am determined to play more strategically than last night. I finished two books in the last three days, and picked up another one late last night, only making it to page 7 before I fell asleep hard. Zach said he tried to wake me up so he could tuck me in properly, but I was out. I woke up out of my clothes and in my pjs.

I love him.