Matt asked me where I’d like to eat tomorrow night and after a bit of pondering, something deep inside of me told me to choose Sue’s Kitchen. Because nothing is sexier than slurping down a big bowl of beef noodle soup. Mmmm, just thinking about that shimmery layer of hot oil gets me a little excited. And it’ll be so romantic. As I’ll feel my nasal passages burn, he’ll hand me his napkin to wipe my runny nose. Then he’ll pluck out the leftover beef chunks in my bowl (I never finish them all), dilute them in his un-spiced broth and chew on them slowly. We’ll look at each other and smile. Afterwards, we’ll come home and I’ll curl up into fetal position on the couch, whimpering about heartburn and indigestion. And then he’ll pat my head and say, “You’ll be OK.” And I’ll ask, “Did you hear that? That was my stomach!” And he’ll gaze into my eyes and say, “I know.”
Now, that’s what I call love.
Here’s a little extra V-Day cheer:
Young Michelle and Matt, circa 1998. Who woulda thought?
Happy Valentine’s Day!
You know, I spoil you.