When I first met my husband, he was just a nice guy who seemed way too interested in me. I didn't have a very high opinion of myself at the time, since I kept screwing up relationships. I'm not sure when exactly it happened, but within a few months I fell completely in love with him. I realized this when I looked at him one day and thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. The really cool thing is, ten years later, I still feel the same way. I was just looking at that promo pic for the Farscape mini, and Ben Browder and Claudia Black look just terrific. But my husband is still way cuter than Ben. Hee!
I rhapsodized about appropriate handling of eggs a few days ago. A day or two after that, DH told me that DD actually won't let him make her eggs, she likes my eggs better. Here I thought she was completely unaware that she was getting perfectly scrambled eggs (with cheese) every day, when nothing could be farther from the truth. DH may be my most gorgeous guy on the planet, but he's not a scrambled egg perfectionist the way we girls are. Moments like this are a kind of parenting progress report: yes! something is getting through! I know my values regarding how eggs should be scrambled don't even approach the top of the list of important life lessons parents are supposed to teach, but they do appear somewhere in that book, right? Yeah, I think so. I'm content with that.
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