TRUE LOVE

Recently I realized that Zach was watching me make hideous faces in the mirror while removing unwanted facial hair and that it didn’t bother me at all.

 I NEVER would have let Zach catch me doing this or any other personal hygiene process back when we were “madly in love.” 

“Wow,” I thought to myself, “The romance must truly be gone.” 



Why yes, those flowers ARE
in a repurposed peanut butter
jar.



But then I remembered that just this last week Zach brought me flowers and a bag full of cherries just because I said I liked them.

And just this last week he served me a SECOND piece of the delicious cake he made even though I’m supposed to be cutting weight for the marathon. 

And just this last week he let me pick where to go for treats after our temple trip, even if it meant he was stuck eating frozen yogurt out of a Hello Kitty bowl with a Hello Kitty spoon.

And just this last week he came home from a long day at work and found me STILL on the couch watching a documentary even though I’d gotten home almost two hours before him and I didn’t have dinner even started because I just did not want to cook.  Instead of commenting on my lack of consideration for his hungry belly he sat down with me, started rubbing my unshaven legs, and told me he’d heard of this great falafel place we should try for dinner. 

 Talk about true love.

Speaking of true love,  Zach said he would have an affair with
this food.  So good. 

I’ve decided we’re still madly in love.  It’s just a different kind of mad.