Re-post

Do you ever get lost reading your old posts? I'm sure I'm not the only one. Every now and then, when I'm searching for something in particular, or just wanting to reminisce, (or in this case, I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't go back to sleep) I find that I could sit for hours reading about past events. I've been blogging for a few years, being pretty faithful most of the time, so there is quite a lot to read. Some posts are informative, some are embarrassing, and some are just good times. I thought it would be fun to do a little something to give a shout out to those posts that have gone before, and maybe you want to join me. Choose your favorite post, and re-post it for fun.

One that I find particularly true and makes me laugh as I remember the actual occurrence is the one you see below. It was in my first few months as a blogger, and I remember really wanting to record this for the future. We were still newlyweds at the time, and it was so funny to me the way he asks questions, and was so interested in the simplest things. And you know what, he is still the same funny guy. Just a couple days ago, he was like a kid in a candy store when he saw the simple pasta with marinara being prepared when he came home from work. My sweetie.

And now the re-post:

Tuesday, December 12. 2006

KC's Appreciation



I know what you're all thinking. Two posts in one day? But I just had to tell of my appreciation, for my husbands appreciation, for me. As we sat down to our quiche dinner, (Or any dinner for that matter. Tonight it just happened to be quiche.) He was commenting on how good it smelled and how he couldn't wait to eat it. Then when we started eating it, he began to comment on the texture of the flaky crust and how much he was enjoying it. When he finished his wedge, I said "a little more?" and he gave me a very long but sweet explanation for why he wouldn't care for any more. He told me about the level of appreciation he had for the quiche right now. He was satisfied to just the right amount. He told of his appreciation for the meal with one hand and the fullness of his tummy with the other. The higher the fullness hand got, the shorter the rises of the appreciation hand became, and eventually started going down. This shows so well the way KC thinks things though and can explain them a way that I don't think I ever could. I think we all know what he's talking about. I know that some great meals can be ruined if I get too full to remember how delicious the meal really was. All I can think is "I ate way too much." Most of our dinner conversations include questions from KC about what it entailed to make the meal, what this flavor or that flavor was, what ingredients I used, how satisfying it is, and even sometimes he comments on how nice the plate looks (we all know when we've made a nice colorful plate). Not because he's picky, but because he's intrigued. Sometimes I'll anticipate all his questions, and try to remember all the things I put in so that I have an answer for him when we asks. I might even answer before he can ask. Some meals are made from whatever I have to use up in the fridge so I really can't remember what to tell him. These nights I just say, "can we just have dinner and not talk about the food?" Then I feel bad because I really should always be grateful for his constant appreciation for the meals I prepare. Lunches the next day usually come out of dinner the day before so sometimes I even get double appreciation for one meal when he gets home from work and reports on lunch. A friends the other day told me that her husband never says anything about the food she makes. She said she asked once, and he just nodded, shrugged his shoulders and said "yeah, it's good." Why would I ever ask my husband not to appreciate me? I'm a lucky girl. I hope this sticks, along with his daily dish washing.