Mission Breakfast: Accomplished!

I'm on Skype with my Beloved while I try to write this. It might take me a million years, because he is so very distracting...it's not like he's doing anything, he's just there...and that's what's distracting...I can see his face, and I have to concentrate on what I'm doing or I'll be all over the place...and...what was I saying?

Oh. Hello. :)

It's been a busy weekend. Much has happened. The main thing was that my Beloved and I, we might have made the best pizza in the entire world. We made the dough ourselves, we cooked it in our little house, and we ate that sucker. Best. Pizza. Ever. And then, we utilized our wood shove, and that was amazing too!

We're too poor (by the standards of this world) to out to eat all that often (not that that influences us as much as it should) so we're learning to cook at home. To make our food. I don't know why we haven't done this before, because it has brought us so much closer together.

Today we invited friends over for pizza after church to enjoy some homemade goodness with us. They came up to our house in the middle of no where and we made our pizza for them. There was laughter and warmth and the small thrill you get when you have people at your house that you know you love.

Later, my Beloved and I made breakfast. I don't live with him you see, because, well, we aren't married yet. To live with him, would be sin. I would just rather not sin. Let's be honest, it doesn't do much for your walk with Christ...in fact, it takes you farther from Him. This makes it hard for me, however, because this is the man that I am going to marry, and I want to take care of him. I want to cook and clean and do laundry and put away the cereal (because he forgets so often) and I want to make him breakfast. He needs someone to make him breakfast. So, I did what any normal woman would do. I made something quick, easy, and delicious and put it in the fridge for him.

I made breakfast muffins, a huge deal in my house. My mom only makes these for when we go on long trips and we have to be in the car for a couple hours. Blair loves them, as he should, so I decided that I would make him some. We bought some groceries and got to cooking! We worked side by side in the kitchen, me making some food for him to take to work, him doing dishes (he loves me, you can tell) and you know?

 

It was wonderful. I never grow tired of being in his presence, I never get weary of hearing his voice, and I always want to feel his arm brush mine while I'm cooking in our kitchen. Breathing the same air as him is enough for me.

I saw a friend this weekend, and she said "I'm glad that he lets you out the house sometimes" what I don't think people understand, is that I don't want to be out of the house! I want to be with him all the time! And one day, when we have a pack of wild children's, I'm sure that might change, but for now, I soak up these times I get to spend with my Beloved.

(I also bought him some juice...that I proceeded to drink for most of the night!)