We’ve been married for more than 20 years — a veritable “long and winding road”, and for some reason lately, I’ve been thinking about all of the little things in our relationship that make our little world so special.

When we were newlyweds, I had it in my head that the wife is supposed to know how to cook for her husband…but I didn’t. I didn’t even know how to make coffee — seriously.

I remember the first meal I’d ever made him…again, thinking this is what men wanted, I made pot roast.

To me, pot roast meant that you bought a hunk of meat, put it in a pot of water, let it boil forever and then serve with potatoes and carrots.

This thing came out looking like a giant grey basketball.

Well, this is when I began to know how lovely my husband is. I served him and he proceeded to eat every morsel. I’m sure it was disgusting…but he said it was delicious.

As time went by, I taught myself how to cook.

I learned how to master the art of pizza dough-making, I practiced and practiced how to make fine spaghetti sauce…I think I even once attempted the recipe for New York’s famous Magnolia Bakery cupcake.

Recently, I decided to make a pot of chili…because I’d never done it…doesn’t chili always look so good on the Food Network?

Anyway…it came out extreeeemly hot…so hot that you really couldn’t enjoy it. Well, he said he loved it.

I was ready to toss the whole thing, but he pleaded for me not to…”you can make chili dogs” he sweetly said.

He’s been doing stuff like that for 20 years. And I guess sometimes it’s these little, gestures of admiration and respect that are among the things that have held us together.

p.s. He is in charge of coffee.

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