Ironically, I was talking about cooking the other day, and what got me in trouble? Cooking.
He wanted banana bread. I didn't want to make it. We horsed around on the couch for a minute...And I knew that I should go make it. Then, the most insane words came out of my mouth, "we don't have the kind of relationship where I make the banana bread! You can make banana bread too!"
As I said it, I felt as if I was staring incredulously at myself saying "WTF?!"
And that particular look spread across His face...The one that says "you are in such deep shit. I cannot believe those words came out of your mouth!" In all fairness, I was just as stunned as He.
None of the earth shattering things He could have done in that moment occured besides that look getting considerably closer in an amazingly fast manner. But the stupid floor still dropped out from under me--I started to giggle. And then I started to cry. He kissed me. And I made banana bread.
We have the kind of relationship where I make the banana bread.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.