“What do you want for dinner?” my husband lovingly asks.
“I don’t know..” I mumble back. Then suddenly I regret my answer as I sit there in the couch.
My mouth begins to water as I envision the possibility, “Let’s make burned brats!” I say quickly so he doesn’t change his mind.
“Ooo you got me. The slightly crispy ones? ” he responds, “Yeah, let’s do that,” he says before I have a chance to speak.
I smile in return. He’s the best, puts up with my weird tastebuds, and understands me unlike anyone else -and I’m SO grateful. Gosh, do I love that man.