Proud moment

My husband likes food. He eats what I make. He gets treats from work. But he doesn't LOVE food like I do. When I eat a great bite of food, I dance. Literally. I sway in my seat. I recognize when something is well made. He may notice the charcol, but it doesn't change his appreciation for the dish.

So when he asked me the other day "What were you going to make for dinner anyway?" ( I think he thought I didnt have enough time to make dinner before he left for school and so assumed I forgot)

I respond with "Egg McMuffins"

And Jameson's face breaks into a grin with a surprised "Oh!...." I know I have a happy husband and I chose the right thing.

Woot!