Noah: Can I get you anything?
Me: Another beer would be nice.
Noah walks over and hands me a cold beer, takes away my empty, kisses me. He goes back to the kitchen and continues making food.
Me: Can I help you do anything?
Noah: You are perfect doing what you are doing.
*Sigh!* What a great guy! A few minutes later he hands me this:
Pan seared chicken thighs, lettuce, figs, parsley, and blue cheese in a shallot vinaigrette. Yummy. So in return I baked chocolate snickerdoodles which he had for dessert with a big glass of milk. We played cribbage on the patio this afternoon and shared a bottle of Pinot Noir from the Santa Ynez valley. He's fallen asleep while I type this, it's super cozy in our apartment, smells good. Aaahhhhh, I love lazy Sundays!