|Flowers from Keith on our anniversary :)|
And since I'm getting all mushy on here, I might as well write about another sweet moment. A few weeks after that we put Liam to bed and started catching up on some of our favorite recorded shows from the week. During that week's episode of The Office, Jim had spent the entire episode trying to get his wife Pam to her favorite pie stand out in the country. He finally succeeded (after many mishaps and roadblocks), just to make her happy. Cue happy sigh. Well when the episode ended, we had the following conversation:
Me: "I wish you loved me like that." (being facetious of course)
Keith: "Loved you like what?"
Me: "Like Jim loves Pam."
Keith: "You want me to get you a pie? I'll go out right now and get you whatever kind of pie you want!"
Me: "It's after 10:00 pm! Nothing is open right now!" (not that I even wanted a pie)
Keith: "Well I'll make you a pie -- what kind of pie do you want?" (well . . . if I had to choose . . .)
Keith: "Ok. I'll make you a chocolate pie."
Me: "You can't be serious? It's 10:15 at night!"
Keith: "What my baby wants, my baby gets." (and off he goes to the kitchen)
[Sidenote: In case you've forgotten, my absolute favorite movie is The Breakup, which that line is from, in this scene:
SO . . . Keith spent the next 45 minutes in the kitchen making me from scratch a homemade chocolate pie. Including a graham cracker crust. If that's not love I don't know what is.
We let it set that night and tried it the next night. I'll be honest. It was more like pudding . . . and he may or may not have made it with hot chocolate mix . . . but it absolutely, without a doubt, is the thought that counts. This is a story I will be telling our grandchildren. That their grandfather loved me so much that he made me a chocolate pie, with ingredients on hand, late one night -- just to show his love.
And then Liam found it in the fridge and he loved it too . . .
One loved wife,