Monday, August 9, 2010

he made me a pie

I came home from a looooooooooong day at the hospital the other day and Tommy was busy in the kitchen.  I had been texting poor Tommy all day with all the drama I was dealing with at work (sometimes venting makes me feel just does.)  So when I came home I was all sorts of grumpy.

Tommy had tons of peaches all sliced up on the cutting board.  When I asked him what the heck he was doing, he sweetly informed me that he was making me a pie.  *awwwww*

My heart melted.  A smile crept up that stayed on my face all night.  My cutie pie made me a peach pie.  We ate it with ice cream on the side.  I fell a touch more in love with him...and I didn't know that was even possible. 

The next day, we finished it off.  Two people + 1 pie + 2 days = gone.  Is that normal?



  1. i probably would have finished it off in one :)

    what a sweetie pie!

  2. Why, oh why, did I have to look at that last photo when I'm craving something sweet?

  3. Awww! we would totally eat pie in two days. or what I usually make - crumble. I'm the "pie" maker in my house but I did come home to G making me dinner on Monday. It's ever so nice.

  4. Yes. I think that it is completely acceptable!

  5. I think more than two days would hurt the pie's feelings. (Peaches get kinda pouty, you know.)