MegBurns

Um. Chris made me these. All of them. The mummy, the Frankenstein, the pumpkin (patch- note the green grass), the spider web, the ghost… he went to the store and bought the tubes of frosting and gel and little candies in all their ghoulish glory and then he went home and got baking.

Keep in mind that this is a boy. A real boy’s boy, that would much rather be watching his beloved Miami Dolphins and sipping on a cold one then spending time in the kitchen.

Thinking of him taking the time to do that for me, slaving away in his kitchen elbow deep in batter and other baking goodies, warms me to the soul. And then he drove all the way to downtown to bring them to me at job #2, just to make me feel special.

Chris. Thank you. I can’t even bring myself to eat one tonight, your thoughtfulness means so much to me. I’ve never met someone that is so dedicated to raising my spirits when I get a bit overwhelmed and stressed. Know that I always notice.