nice husband

M got home from work before I did today, and he (upon request) did the dishes before I arrived. We have a deal about potatoes--he peels and dices when we have them. (I'm not sure how this started but I like it so renegotiating is out.) While I was waiting for him to start cutting up potatoes for dinner, I curled under the covers in bed and rested my aching head for a few minutes. When he came in to check on me, I confided that I had been laying there having fantasies about him--fantasies about him cooking my damned steak for me, that is. And Boyo? Promptly kissed me on the forehead and tucked the covers around me and closed the bedroom door on his way out to the kitchen to cook my damned steak. I, having no idea how to appreciate a good thing and also being somewhat of a control freak, followed after him and we settled on him cooking and me taking a supervisory role. Still, it was nice to have a lovely meal at home that I did not cook. When M and I first got together, it was understood that M would be the one doing the cooking, as I could barely boil water. It was therefore somewhat of a surprise when it turned out that I actually enjoy cooking, and am somewhat good at it when I take a notion. It has, however, meant that he never, ever cooks food for both of us. He cooks for himself (which grosses me out, generally) but that doesn't count. So, yay for boyo meal training, may it be the first of many! It was really, really good, actually. Which, it should be since we could have eaten out for the same price as those crazy steaks. But.. we couldn't have eaten steak so who cares?

After we were done eating, M asked if there wasn't something that I wanted to tell him today. "Umm, happy name day*?" I asked. (He does this to me randomly, so it's my standard first guess to any such question. I am anti-name day anyway because.. uh.. have I maybe mentioned before that my name is Kisha?) But in fact, it is not his name day after all, it is the sixth anniversary of the day he moved here! Yay, boyo! And yay me! It seems like forever ago that we were living on different continents. That was so hard. But it is so nice, now!

I just spent an hour reading entries from last spring, when I was sick all the time. It was quite unfortunate, really, because I kept saying things like "I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow!" and then.. I would read the next day and suddenly I had pink eye and had been up all night with an earache. And the worst thing of all--M made me go to the doctor on a Monday after having just been on a Friday since my cough was so bad, and the doctor with the kind hands gave me a sinusitis diagnosis and upgraded my antibiotic and gave me free samples, to boot. And I was so happy! And then, eight days later, I was in the emergency room all night due to the gigantic rash that had appeared all over my body, including the palms of my hands and who has a rash on their palms? It's kind of depressing when you read entries like that knowing how it's going to turn out. I was terrified of going through another winter and spring that way. I'm just so glad that I didn't. I'm not sure I was sick even once this past year. I hope that I can say the same this season as well.

*I think most of you reading this will know this, but Swedes have a calendar with names on each day, so that you have a special day dedicated to your name. From what I understand, it's a pretty old-fashioned sort of thing, and as far as I know, people don't plan name day celebration extravaganzas or anything, but his parents sometimes mention it for one of his two names, if it occurs to them, and then he will make me feel guilty for not remembering his "special day".