Hi. It's me, Thomas again. Because I just can't stop talking about my husband, apparently.
I came home last night after being at work all day( and then having to run an errand after work, so I didn't get home until an hour after I usually do), and when I walked in, I could smell dinner on the stove, and there PJ was, cooking it. My heart swelled, and I let out a sigh of relief.
The thought of having to make dinner at the end of a long day is daunting and overwhelming, and I guess he knew that, so he went ahead and did it for me. As a bonus, it was also pretty healthy: salt-free and using the vegetables we already had at home, so the whole thing was free! He called me earlier in the day and said we really need to start taking my health seriously (remember how I have high cholesterol? Womp womp) so it felt like the most caring form of love he could have given me. I never really stop to think about it, but the act of making someone food, the one thing we all absolutely need to survive no matter what, is such a kind act of love. And sharing that food once it's cooked is my favorite part.
He made brown rice with chopped onion and corn & black beans, with a homemade tomato sauce, all on top of a spring mix salad. He didn't think it was that flavorful, but I thought it was delicious.