Gush: To make an excessive display of sentiment or enthusiasm

I don't typically gush about my husband. Not that I don't think he's amazing and gush worthy, I'm just not one to "brag" about him or something he did for me and for the most part, I keep that stuff private. But I'm going to take the opportunity here to outright gush about him. On Sunday night, I was driving back after spending a totally needed and relaxing 27 hours at my parent's house in Pennsylvania. On my drive back, Chris called me to tell me he would be making dinner for us that night and to call him before I came into the house.

And so, 2 hours later, I was greeted at the door by Chris and Zoey (who I think was really the brains behind this operation) and led to the table where a meal of Cacio e Pepe and homemade garlic bread were awaiting us.

It was delicious and only minimal blood was shed in its preparation! (For real, Chris actually cut himself pretty badly on a broken drinking glass when he was cleaning up...luckily, it's healing well this week!)

For dessert, Chris created his own version of oven s'mores, with marshmallow, melted peanut butter, hot fudge and a reece's peanut butter cup on top of a graham cracker.

Now that's a man after my own heart. 

Zoey even approved of the dessert, since she got to lick the peanut butter spoon clean.

Sometimes, it's nice to have little moments like these to remind me even more of how lucky I am to have such an amazing man for a husband. <3

gush, gush, gush...

thank you for your time....

and scene.