This is what I came home to yesterday after work, a candle light, romantic dinner for two.
I was told to just sit down and relax, while my husband took care of everything. He started by pulling out my chair, opened and poured me a glass of champagne, and ran off to the kitchen to serve the first course.
He came out with freshly backed bread and caesar salad. The kicker with this, is that he even made the dressing himself...I was blown away, not to mention it was really yummy.
After that, he took the dishes, actually put them into the dishwasher, then starting serving up the main course. He made four cheese, two meat, lasagna with a side of green beans. This is making me hungry just thinking about it again. Once again, it was really really good. I could also tell he was nervous about how I perceived the evening and his cooking, but I told him a few times that everything was amazing.
To end the dinner, he made white chocolate covered strawberries and cheesecake. Not to mention we almost finished off that entire bottle of champagne.
Once again, he cleaned everything up while I just relaxed on the couch with the puppies.
We then cuddled together and played with the puppies some. It was something I needed, and for one night, made the fact he leaves again on Friday disappear. Not to mention, it just gives me another, of many already there reasons, to love him more.