Worth Eating

This isn't a great snapshot, but the story behind it is, to me at least. The night after Mother's Day, John was fiddling around in the kitchen while I put the girls to bed, but I didn't think anything of it because, unlike my dad, John's not a stranger to loaf pans, pots, spices, dishwater and the like (love you, Dad). After I'd kissed and tucked the girls off to sleep, John called me into the kitchen, and I saw these. Then I ate quite a few (no need to tell just how many...).

John knew that Mother's Day had stretched me thin and that chocolate covered strawberries were the ticket to recovery. I laughed when I saw that he'd printed off and followed a recipe for them before asking if he'd googled, "How to make my wife happy again after I've rearranged the living room" in order to find it.

I love him, strawberries or no strawberries, but I don't complain when they're part of the package.