Dear marriage,

It's been a little over a week and you are everything I always thought and wanted you to be.

I cooked a real dinner (sloppy joe's and steamed veggies) last night for the first time. I still don't like cooking (at all) but I did it because I love Chas. I love him so much I find myself grinding my teeth sometimes when I look at him (which, coincidentally, is the same response that is evoked in me whenever I see a puppy who's so cute I almost can't handle it). I told Chas this recently and I'm not sure he understood that what I was really trying to express was that sometimes I can't handle how much I adore him. Instead, he likely thinks that he's a cutie little pup in my eyes. Which, let's be honest, isn't the worst thing in the world.

So I will continue making dinners for this boy. In fact, I spent a good deal of time with my mom yesterday working out a list of yummy meals that revolve around food storage. So far, I've got two weeks worth of recipes and purchased ingredients down. Tomorrow night is white bean chicken chili with chips, avocado, and sour cream garnish. Yup, it must be love.