Thank you for putting your dirty dishes on the counter above the dishwasher you romantic fool! I stayed up late last night emptying the dishwasher and you didn't want to spoil it by putting dirty dishes back in.
You know me so well. You know how special I feel when I get to scrape dried refried beans off a plate. I feel so needed. So important. My life's goal is to get those dishes clean and having you by my side, I know that goal will come true.
It's just me and the beans as I so lovingly daydream out our kitchen window. I daydream of what will be on the counter for me tomorrow. I feel sadness for the wives out there that don't get to flirt with old milk left in a glass or the 10 oreo's you half ate and so adoringly left for me. Did you only eat the inside of the oreo's just for me? Were you saving me the cookie parts? We all know that's the best part.
These beans fought a brilliant battle. A battle I thought I was going to loose because the kiddo's kept distracting me. I had to dodge paper airplanes being hurled at my head and I believe our daughter painted all my toenails but I stayed the course. As I watch the beans take their final journey, swirling in the sink and finally down the drain, a small tear streams poetically down my face. Sad that the moment is gone. My moment of glory has now ended. But because of you, my dear sweet husband, I know tomorrow will bring more moments for me to shine. You will leave me more beans tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the day after that. Just like our love, so are the beans everlasting.
I have laid your favorite pillow and blanket on the couch so you can be wrapped in my love too as you fall asleep tonight.
Your adoring wife