Who's Cooking This Dinner Anyway?

I'm sitting here, at my kitchen table, as my husband cooks me dinner. And it's making me very nervous. I think Kevin made dinner for me once before. And it took two hours. It has to be understood that though Kevin and I are a lot alike in some ways, our minds work very differently. He works with computers and has a brilliant analytical mind. There are codes and symbols and all sorts of things I couldn't possibly understand and when there's a problem at work Kevin is the one they call. It's all a puzzle to him and he thrives on finding the solution. I, however, am known for winging it.

For example, before I began writing this, I caught him at the computer. The recipe called for 2 tablespoons of cream and he was looking up the exact ounce amount.... because it's liquid. Now, I could be wrong, but I suggested he just use the tablespoon. I got a look. It's one ounce by the way.

I have to admit this is bringing the worst out on me. When he spent almost 10 minutes chopping the mint so that the pieces would be exactly even in size, I almost lost it. I actually had to sit on my hands to prevent me from jumping up and grabbing the chopper. Some may say I'm a control freak, but he's just not doing it the way I would. Oh. Wait....

I suppose this is a good analogy for life - for marriage. When the Reverend married us, he told us we were each in love with the most wonderfully, frustrating person we would ever meet. We're both really feeling that right now. But I guess that is where the magic of it all lies - realizing that there is more than one way of doing things, trusting it's all going to work out, and smiling if and when it doesn't. I'm sure this dinner is going to be wonderful. I'm not positive that we'll be eating before 8:00. Nor am I sure I won't be wearing this dinner in my lap.