Tonight I asked Adam if he ever looks at me and whatever I'm doing and thinks, what the hell? Why does she do it that way?
He had the most perfect response I could have ever imagined. He said, "When we were in Colorado at Christmas time, you unwrapped the candies for your dessert, like four hours before you needed to."
I love that that was the thing that stuck with him. That was the thing he remembered enough to bring up at this very moment.
He also doesn't get why I use a spatula/flipper to chop up the meat when I'm browning hamburger. He prefers a wooden spoon. What the hell?
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