Yesterday I made a warm, creamy, casserole for dinner. One with veggies and croutons and tofu. There was a sugared pumpkin candle burning and some Mozart playing in the background. The lights stayed low, because bright lights are dumb.
And Hubby said I am very good at making it feel like a holiday, even though it isn't.
Today I was making chocolate chip cookies and Hubby was making curried carrot soup; both of us in the kitchen that isn't really large enough for one person to be cooking in. But for maybe the first time ever, everything flowed. We weren't bumping into each other. Each was able to move for the other when it was needed without sighing loudly or grumbling quietly. Nothing was spilled or dropped or burned or scalded.
The sugared pumpkin candle was burning again, and (my boyfriend)Josh Groban was singing quietly in the background.
And we had curried carrot soup with pistachio cream on top for dinner. And chocolate chip cookies for dessert. (And as an appetizer. Whatever.)
And Hubby said I am good at making it feel like a holiday, even though it isn't.
It isn't a holiday. Not yet. But I think the magic is settling in anyway.