Last night was date night. Both of us are fairly frugal so more often than not we end up at my place. I cook dinner, and we watch a movie or talk. Last night, however, we switched it up because it was just too beautiful to sit inside, and we did a picnic in the nearby park.
This is something we’ve done before, grabbing deli sandwiches from the Kroger and then taking a park walk after dinner. Last night though, Jack changed things up. He bought the sandwich fixin’s and made us dinner, for the first time.
True, he didn’t really cook, but that doesn’t matter. His skill, self-admitted, is not in the kitchen, and yet, with a simple sandwich he demonstrated the same kind of love I try to demonstrate with the complicated Pinterest recipes I make for him. He demonstrated the desire to provide, to take care of, to spoil. He demonstrated consideration and forethought (he brought a cutting board), and I loved it all.
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and I know that’s true on some level for Jack. But last night reinforced that the best way to my heart is a simple picnic.
*still not his real name