Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Who is this Prince Charming and what has he done to my ogre?

I'm getting the feeling my husband is actually figuring all of this out. I'm going to pretend I'm not stunned, even though I'm feeling a tad giddy.

This morning could have been ugly, and I thought it was heading that way during a round of questioning about the current price of eggs, but he self-evaluated, calmed his approach, became compassionate and soothing, and fixed what I was certain was a recap of life eight weeks in rewind.

This evening I came home from class to the table already set. I hadn't even asked him to do it. And not only was it done, he had taken great attention to detail rather than how he'd done it the evening before—man-style. I admit, I'd gone behind him and straightened everything, because it's been ingrained in me that tables are set just so and I'm a little freakishly anal that way. My Relief Society president, who is also president of Ladies' Knife Club, is making three meals a week for me, so all I had to do for dinner was put the food into serving dishes. 

After dinner he helped put everything away and rinsed dishes. 

I'm slightly breathless at the change. He's a dream come true.

I should tell him.

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