Dedicated to the one I love
Jan. 25, 2010 6:59 am
Updated: Jul. 19, 2011 6:34 pm
This morning when I opened my laptop when I arrived at work (we have state issued laptops since we do so much in the field investigative work) there lay a folded Crayola Color Wonder piece of paper (these things are wonderful and only allow my kiddo to color ON the paper). Scribbled in my boyfriend Darrel's handwriting was the sentence "You two are my world. Love, D (addy)". He is a very quiet and refined man so this meant a great deal. I was completely blown away. I have an incredibly chaotic life and he always quietly and calmly floats through the tornado that is my life with a 16 month old.
Yesterday, I had high hopes of taking Oliver to the Children's Museum for the free hour every Sunday and I wanted to go to the park. Both of those plans fell by the wayside. After church I made a bacon cheddar strata (OOOh SOOO GOOOD) from a recipe book I recieved a couple Christmas's ago. While I chased around Oliver who at that time I believe was tormenting the cat with a potato he foudn in the pantry, Darrel sat peacefully unaware as he devoured two big pieces of strata.
The day rolled on, laundry, lunches for Oliver for the week, bump on the head and then some needed cuddle time, make up the diaper bag, weed through clothes that don't fit him, start mulching the front yard, watch 5 minutes of the Colts game, give him a pretzel- nope he wants a cookie, watch him throw his new ball intended for the park at the lamp, pick up the lamp, say "NO" seven million times as he turns on and off the TV, finds the hidden remotes, and puts his finger in every possible outlet. Darrel swoops in when I'm about to lose it. He got the needed suppplies so we can begin laying hardwood next weekend, he tilled my herb bed and then removed all of the massive amounts of Texas clay, and bought a new coffee table (craigslist mind you).
Dinner time is rolling around. He could care less about the Colts so he forced me to sit, handed me a Lonestar, took Oliver and the infamous ball outside, and started up the grill. With perfect timing the Colts won the game and are headed to the Superbowl as Darrel announced that the coals were ready. I had google up and AR open. I stuck some butter underneath the skin of a whole chicken, sprinkled on some paprika, garlic, and s&p, and lowered that sucker onto a can of Lonestar. I had been marinating some portabellos and soaking some corn on the cob so those eventually went on the grill too. Oliver ran around like a fool while Darrel and I enjoyed one of the best, most romantic (and delish) dinners ever. Our serande may have been "Buzz Lightyear to the rescue" and "Are you ready for adventure in uncharted space" but we couldn't have been happier.
Darrel is right. Those two are my whole world.
P.S. If you've never tried beer can chicken YOU MUST. It was so moist and it literally fell off the bone. It had a nice smoky taste and crisp, crunchy skin.