Can I just take a moment of your time? I promise this won't take long.
This morning, I woke up and promised my fiance that I would cook him a huge breakfast in my new place. Excited, I ran to the store to get all the mixings for pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. That trip ended with me calling my mother, who lives 4 hours away, to ask where to find pancake mix in the store.
Fast forward 2 hours
I stood in the kitchen, close to tears. The bacon had burned, the pancakes had either been overcooked or undercooked and were gooey, and let's just say I went through a whole dozen eggs. The only thing that was good was the OJ. By now it was almost noon and my very hungry fiance was waiting at the table, wondering what was taking so long.
I stared at my botched attempt at a breakfast and my eyes filled with tears. How stupid was I? Can't even cook a simple breakfast for 2 people. How the heck was I supposed to be a good wife? Furious with myself, I grabbed up the crappy food and slammed it down the trashcan. About that time, Matt walked in curious as to what was taking so long. Instead of Betty Crocker standing in the kitchen with her cute little apron and perfectly fluffy, golden pancakes....there I stood with bacon grease burns on my arms in a cloud of smoke ( from burning the bacon) and tears rolling down my face.
Matt took one look at the situation and immediately took over. He opened windows, took the now charred bacon off the stove, and gathered me in his arms.
"Baby, what happened?" He said
"I just wanted to make you a good breakfast and I burned it all and now it's almost lunch time." I wailed into his shoulder. "I can't even make you breakfast."
I heard what sounded like a chuckle, and then I felt Matt's hand tilt my chin up.
"Look at me." He said. "I love you. I can't tell you how many times I've burned up my breakfasts before getting it right. This was your first meal on your own and you didn't get it the first time, but you will. But I want you to know something...even if you never ended up making good breakfasts, I would eat your burned breakfasts every single morning because I love you."
I looked up at him as he gently wiped the tears off my cheeks and I saw that he was smiling.
"What's so funny?" I blubbered.
"You." He said. "I think it's really cute that you cared so much about making me breakfast."
He kissed my forehead. "I'm going to run out to the store, and I'll be right back, okay?"
"Whatever." I mumbled.
15 minutes later I sat at the kitchen table feeling dejected and lousy. Matthew walks in with not one, but two bouquets of flowers. He walks over, gives me a kiss, and hands them to me.
Daisies. My favorite.
"I realized I haven't gotten you flowers in a while...and I knew you were upset. So here...flowers!" He said all excitedly. He then went into the kitchen where he whipped up an amazing breakfast for us.
My heart is full.
I don't make this stuff up <3
