As you have read in a previous post, I am now engaged to the man of my dreams, Tony. There are so many wonderful things I love about him (bear with me through the mushy part… it will get better, I promise). First, I’m incredibly attracted to him, and he has fantastic hair. He loves the Lord and passionately pursues a growing relationship with Him. He has a heart for ministry and being a part of student ministry. We have been able to talk about anything and everything, and a ton of fun together (despite the fact that he’s a little bit of a nerd, and I’m super cool. Hahaha! Just kidding.) I have loved getting to know him, and now that our relationship has entered the “next level,” I’m daily learning about (we’ll say… interesting) new habits, expectations, assumptions, and idiosyncrasies. It’s becoming more clear by the moment that even though we compliment each other so well, we are extremely different people. Again, keep in mind that I’m incredibly in love with this man, and I’m sure he would have all the same things to say about me. I also am fully aware that he will read this post.

I have grown up in a house where the kitchen is our primary location of bonding. If you know me at all, I love really good food. I also love to cook. This is partly due to my fabulous parents (yes mom, you’ve made it into yet another post, imagine that). Cooking, eating, and cleaning up have always been family affairs and when we have shared some of our most fun (and crotchety) times together. Friday is “our day.” The day that Tony and I just hang out… he often does some work on the computer, I clean, we run errands, and catch up on favorite TV shows/movies. Today, around noon, he was in the kitchen rummaging through the M & M’s, and I asked if he was hungry for lunch. Being as I haven’t gone to the grocery in over a week, I really only had ingredients for sandwiches a la carte. He said that sounded great and proceded to walk out of the room. I was offended that he just automatically assumed that I was to make the sandwich for him. He also has a habit of getting a drink or a snack with no offer to get something for me. Granted, it was ONLY PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY, but let’s remember that I’m used to doing things in the kitchen TOGETHER as a part of quality time. So, we sat and had a little chat of meal-time expectations.

Neither of us was right or wrong, we have simply been used to doing things differently, and I think we were both a little overwhelmed of our P.B.N.J. disagreement. We realized it’s only a taste of what is to come - figuring out how to live and do life together, but we agreed to always be honest and keep up the communication. AND, it reminded me that yet again, (see previous post on snobbery), that it’s not all about me. Lord, help me be open to making some changes and not be selfish!

PS, although he is not yet used to preparing meals together (and I’m sure there will be many times I cook alone in the future), following our chat, he happily prepared very tasty sandwiches for the both of us.