There were pizza rolls in the freezer. And my heart smiled.
I fell in love all over again with the man who knows so many meaningless-to-other-people things about me. He knows my weakness for pizza rolls. Sometimes, I can’t wait the 9 minutes it takes to cook them in the oven. So, I do the unthinkable…and do them in the microwave. It oughtta be a crime. The soggy, chewy outside and the half frozen stuffing on the inside…yet, I love them.
My husband knows I have to pour A1 all over my baked potato.
He knows that I’m addicted to crime dramas, yet they often scare me senseless.
He is well aware of my love of reality shows and anything on TLC…the weirder, the better.
He knows I bite my nails when I’m stressed.
My husband knows pretty much everything about me. There is a comfort in that. There is a safety in that. There is a gentleness that says I know you…and I still love you.
I found great comfort in that.
It made my heart smile.
And, I fell in love all over again.