Romantic Dinner

Last night I finally broke down in tears about the wedding planning.  It’s amazing how quickly you become vulnerable once you realize that the wedding is less than 100 days away, and then I find it ridiculous that all the brides, including myself now, make a huge deal out of these weddings.  Shouldn’t two people’s genuine love and their commitment to union are more important than putting up a gorgeous ceremony and reception? Ok, I think I’m going a little off topic, but sometimes I don’t get the big drama about wedding planning.  I hope I’m not becoming a bridezilla.  Anyways, I was feeling a little emotional – the upcoming big payments to wedding vendors, sending out invitations, finalizing details, making travel arrangements for work (and essentially being on the road the entire month of October, thanks to recruiting season), and keeping up with daily tasks.  I just felt like crying and made me feel better.

Today I came to work and essentially got attacked by Z, not in the domestic abuse way.  He demanded that I close my eyes and lock myself in our bedroom until he was done with “something.”  All I heard in the bedroom for the next 15 minutes was clinking sound in the kitchen.  When he was done he made me close my eyes again and seated me at our dining area.  I opened my eyes and TA DA!! – there was an amazing dinner waiting for me.  He made steak, mashed potatoes from scratch, and fresh broccoli.  I was speechless, followed by impressed, and eventually feeling grateful, just simply grateful.  I was extremely happy; the frustration and tiredness from work all washed away, and what was left of me by the end of our dinner was pure happiness.  He knew exactly what to do to get me back on my normal state.  Cooking? Of course, I’m always attracted by that, but it’s his thoughtfulness and readiness to cheer me up.  What a great man he is, and I’m so lucky to have him beside me forever.