I Love My Wife

Today was a good day.  This Saturday we chose to make our monthly pilgrimage to Costco.  This is no minor endeavor since Abby was born, but all that much more necessary as we now depend on these regular treks to keep our family in stock with diapers and baby wipes.   Funny thing is, Jen and I actually look forward to these trips, but today’s was extra special.  We decided to have lunch first and after driving around Frederick we stumbled upon a Chipotle restaurant.  I swear, our ears popped as the pressure in the car suddenly dropped due to our simultaneous intake of breaths. 

There is no way to convey my passion for Chipotle’s carnitas (pork) burritos, but I can assure you it pales in comparison to Jen’s obsession with Mexican food, especially black beans and rice!  So when upon our discovery, my immediate pleadings with Jen to eat at Chipotle, were a mere formality.  Even as she tried to answer as if she were relenting out of the kindness of her heart, I knew she was already imagining the taste of Chipotle’s cilantro lime rice and black beans, smothered with sour cream and cheese - trying hard not to let me notice her drooling more than Abby, teething in the car seat next to her.

There was never a doubt in my mind, and for that simple, silly reason - I love my wife.