someone took over the kitchen

Someone cooked dinner tonight... and it wasn't me.

Someone with nice forearms and a cute butt.

Someone made roasted asparagus, bowtie pasta with alfredo sauce and grilled chicken.

I wanted to observe the magic happening in the kitchen. And stare at the cute boy.

I pulled up a chair from my room and sat down with some cook books. Not a bad way to spend the evening.

Michael came over with groceries, ready to cook dinner for my parents and I tonight. What a sweet man.

I love that he has lived on his own for so long, 8 of his 29 years. He does his own laundry, grocery shops, knows how to cook, gets himself up for work, packs his own lunch, can fix pretty much anything... the list goes on. He is independent, responsible, smart and hard working.

I moved away from home when I was 17 to go to college. Then I spent a year living on my own and working in New Jersey before moving back in with my parents last year. In my head, I think this will benefit our marriage someday. Is that naive? We both know what it takes to keep a household and pay bills.

However, I know nothing can really prepare you for the changes of getting married and living together...

Regardless, someday I will get to look at this face every day. I will get to kiss him good night and snuggle under his arm the morning. Doesn't get much better than that.