I was pretty tired on my way home from work tonight, fighting Dallas traffic. I walked in our apartment determined to have a good attitude and be thankful to see my husband. I was scared I’d be cranky as I tend to be when I am overtired at the end of the day.
I walked in the door and on our granite countertop set a dish of chicken pot pie, made from scratch. Carved in the pie were the words, “I love you.” My husband, Jeremiah, stood next to it proudly showing it off like a trophy. My jaw dropped because I personally had never made chicken pot pie from scratch. I had planned to soon because I really do love to cook. Well, not only did he make the pie, but he used the chicken broth to make delicious chicken and rice soup- all from scratch.
I knew when we were dating that Jeremiah was a rarity- he cooked, cleaned, did the dishes, made his bed, and much more. But now being married and living with him it’s so amazing to see just how incredible of a man he is. I mean, what guy would slave over the stove and make a pot pie? He’s been doing an awesome job at being sensitive to me being pregnant and working a lot. He has gone the extra mile to give of himself and put me before his needs.
I have to say that I am much more selfish than he is, but I am learning… and slowly growing. He teaches me every day about selflessness. He is the godliest man I know- what he is behind closed doors is what he is out in the open. You’re the best, Jeremiah.
Oh yeah and he also made mini muffins from the pot pie.