He made me dinner

In all relationships, there needs to be some romance. How much? Well, that depends on you and your partner. To me, romance is do that extra special something that you didn't have to do. It's spoiling with a massage, cleaning out their car, buying a special gift, treating them to a night or weekend on the town... it comes so many different ways.


For me today, it came in the form of dinner. We share responsibility for dinner. This morning I was running late and forgot to think about it. Mid-afternoon I texted the BF, panicking that I had forgotten dinner and had no idea what we were going to do. He just replied back, "I got it." It may be something small, but it felt like such a relief! I asked what his plan was - and he wouldn't tell.

Fast forward two hours, and I'm walking through the door and the most wonderful garlic smell is filling the room. The oven is on, and I see garlic and mozzarella on the counter. I kiss the boyfriend hello and ask what's for dinner... "Chicken" is the only answer I get.

Chicken with garlic, tomato sauce, and mozzarella

About 10 minutes later, its done. He calls me to come grab a plate, and mentions I might want to bring the camera as it looks pretty impressive.  And yes, it certainly did. The fork in this picture is the larger dinner fork from my cutlery. These breasts are huge... and covered in garlic, garden tomato sauce, and shredded mozzarella cheese. It smelled and tasted delicious!

All he said was "I got it." But what I heard was, "Don't worry honey, I'll take care of it. You won't have to do a thing."  Its those little things of helping each other out, and there's no score to keep. There's no "You owe me for that" when its over. That, to me, is so much more than chocolate and flowers any day. Help me out when I need it even when I don't ask. Hold me when I cry even though it has nothing to do with you.