Friday, March 18, 2016

Just an Egg

Background story: Monday night we ate dinner, and I made a salad to go with it. I boiled three eggs, thinking Nathan and I would both eat one at dinner, and then I would have one leftover for my lunch the next day at work. At dinner, just as expected, two eggs were eaten. We got up from the table and started cleaning up. As I turned to take some dishes to the sink, I kind of gasped as I saw Nathan salting and biting into that little egg I had saved for the next day. Nate stopped eating it, but I told him to finish it and it was no big deal, I'd cook another one.

Well, Tuesday I went to go eat my lunch at school, and imagine my disappointment when I went to eat my salad, and only then did I realize that I had forgotten to boil another egg. Kind of a bummer, but oh well.

Then I got home. If you know me well, you know I have a problem telling short stories--usually they are pretty (unnecessarily) detailed. And a lot of times, I'll come home and sit by Nathan and just dump anything and everything that happened about my day, and he will sit there and listen. He does more than listen though. Take the egg incident: I came home, was telling him about all the patients I had that day, or what I did, or who I talked to, and of course I told him about how I forgot to boil an egg. And he listened and commented and laughed.

It just left me thinking how fun life is with Nathan, even if we just end up talking about an egg. I feel pretty lucky that I found somebody that loves me and listens to most anything and everything I say.