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 better...it 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?