His smile. The butterflies. Her laugh. Feeling like you can’t live without each other. Knowing that this time, it’s different. Realizing the future looks incomplete if he’s not in it. Seeing the faces of your not-here-yet little ones in her eyes.
Don’t you just love love?
I know I’m venturing into over-the-top-mushy-gushy territory. But I think I have a good reason. And it’s not just because it’s almost Valentine’s Day.
Jay proposed! And of course, with overwhelming joy and unrivaled certainty, I said yes.
And while all of those aforementioned feelings came into play as we fell crazy in love with each other, I’m convinced there’s one thing he simply couldn’t resist: I can cook. And he just loves it.
In fact, it’s been just over two years of talking about food, shopping for food, growing food, preparing food and enjoying food. We start every home cooked meal with a toast and usually, a photo op. Looking back at those images is like a tour of our relationship.
Jay’s tabouleh. His horseradish spike cocktail sauce. Our first Valentine’s Day dinner together. Caprese salad with tomatoes from the garden.
Tender pot roast. Butternut squash ravioli with hand rolled pasta. Frittata. Classic steak and smashed potato dinner.
The very best cheese curds. Salmon with fiery pineapple salsa. Dill-filled egg salad. My first hollandaise sauce attempt at Easter (silky, buttery perfection, by the way).
There are only so many years, so many days and so many meals to enjoy. I plan on making the most of each one and I hope you do too.
Cheers to a lifetime of delicious bites with the one you love.