My Husband Is This Bag of Spinach Fettuccine
Tender but firm, since 1981. Toothsome. Al dente. Easy, yet wholesome. A little funky. Somewhat green in color. Cooks well.
This week, we celebrate my husband's 36th birthday. It's been almost 20 years since we met, 17 years since I quit pretending to hate him, 13 years since we finally uttered the L word, 12 years since our engagement in the woods, 11 years since the elopement, 10 years since the wedding we couldn't wait for, and 7 years since creating a small human to take over our lives.
Don't tell our spawn, but the next phase of our relationship is going to involve the adoption of a fuzzy wittle kitten. I am very excited about this. There are few things sexier than a beefcake snuggling a kitteh. For the past couple of weeks, my man has been building a cat tower out in the garage with big hunks of wood and tools and nautical-looking rope and dangly meow meow toys.
And on most mornings, between his pre-dawn shift as Santa's airplane loader and opening the bike shop, he fries me up a perfect egg to go with my latte.
Happy birthday, my JAM! Let's go another round. When this next 20 years is done, we'll be empty nesters without a house payment. Tanti auguri!