Thursday, December 20, 2012
Our house is seriously on its way to being a reality now. The fullness of that struck me last night when I pulled up at 6:45 PM to no husband and no dinner on a Wednesday, which is usually our night for dinner together. He arrived in a whirlwind of activity, delivering lighting fixtures he'd bought and informing me quickly that we had to run over to his parents' house to pick something up and drop something off. I was still reeling when he packed me into the truck, drove next door and acquired early Christmas presents from his mother and offers of food. His dad tried to hug me but I'm not good with physical contact before I've had a chance to decompress from work.
We got home again and Ian went straight to the shower, leaving me standing and staring at the pantry, trying to figure out what on God's green Earth we were going to eat for dinner. He came out a second later and sort of laughed at the look on my face, which ended in hysterical tears. I was exhausted and my head was spinning from all the activity and I hadn't even gotten a decent hug yet.
I know it's unfair of me to ask him to make dinner now, when he's working longer hours than I am. But it's going to take me a little while to get into the idea of prepping meals for quick fixing when I get home. Never really realized how much I've taken his cooking for granted before.