Yesterday was my favorite kind of day. The kind where I caught myself walking hand-in-hand with Mr. Wonderful, thinking, “THIS is how I want it to be. Always.”
We started out with a 5.5-mile run in Griffith Park. Actually, we started out with frozen waffles that Mr. W cooked a little too long so they sounded like rice cakes crunching between my teeth. Then we ran. I love so much that he will run with me. It’s been so helpful training for this race, and is generally just a really cool activity to be able to share.
After the run, we were starving so we went to this very cute restaurant for an early lunch. Trying to be good, I ordered a chicken salad sandwich with a side of fruit. Mr. W got a wrap and criss-cut fries. Mmmmm. They tasted so good, I couldn’t help but reach over to his plate half a dozen times.
“Sorry I’m eating all your fries,” I finally said.
“It’s okay,” he assured me. “I’d share anything with you.”
I thought for a second. “Even a kidney?”
He nodded his head. “Liver, too.”
I wanted to stump him. “Even half your brain?”
“I think my brain is too big to fit inside your little head.”
Surely he only said that because I have a pea head and have to wear a kids’ size bike helmet. Not because he’s so much smarter.
I laughed about this statement about 10 more times throughout the day.
We followed up lunch with a few errands (Including recycling wine corks. Learn how you can do it, too!) Then we hit the Fairfax farmer’s market and Whole Foods for some dinner fixin’s. I love the farmer’s market. I love shopping together and cooking on Sundays.
After a quick afternoon nap, we made very tasty turkey burgers with mushrooms, green peppers and balsamic. And Mr. W made a variety of baked sweet potato slices (cinnamon, sage, chili pepper, rosemary). The were so good. Oh man. I might almost give up a real sweet just to eat sweet potatoes for the rest of my life.
We opened a bottle of pinot noir and watched An Education on DVD. Good movie, I highly recommend. Before turning in, we laid side-by-side in bed reading magazines. Touching feet. Even this tiny brain knows that you can’t construct a day much better than that.