Pasta Fagiole' and a Sweet, sweet hubby!

There are two things in my life that I cannot seem to get enough of.  No, no. Please don't feel unloved when I carelessly forget to mention the million and one other things that I love more than you could imagine.  However, these two things somehow leave me craving more.

First, I love Olive Garden's pasta fagiole' soup.  I know it sounds silly to put such a strong work like "love" next to something so materialistic; but, if you have ever tasted the yummy goodness that is pasta fagiole' you would agree with me that you must love it. Carrots, celery, pasta and beef- all in a delicious tomato-based soup.  What's not to love?  Therefore, when I get a chance to sit down in a place where I am considered family at their dinner table, I am overjoyed.  Even more, when I get a chance to enjoy a bowl of this goodness with the man that I love more than my own life, I am in the perfect place.

Yesterday was another day at the office. The life of a Family Support Coordinator never slows down. In fact, it seems like time as I know it has managed to speed up since I've been working at F.E. Therefore, when another late night had come and gone, I was anxious to get home.

Just hours prior to leaving the office, I had spoken with the sweet man that took me as his wife. He had been given a very generous offer to enjoy Grandma's famous spaghetti with the family. Knowing how much I enjoy eating with this man, he graciously chose to pass up this opportunity and sacrifice his own stomach, for me. Not only did he delay gratification of filling up his empty belly, but he chose to drive across town to pick up my favorite meal-the soup.

As I walked into the kitchen, tossing my purse on a chair and greeting my husband with a much needed kiss, I spotted the evidence. A large, brown paper bag with words that were music to my growling belly..."Olive Garden". My arms squeezed his neck as I was immediately overcome with happiness. What a surprise?  On a normal Tuesday like this?

The only thing sweeter than the rich bowl of soup that warmed my heart, was the man sitting beside me at a table where we are family. Joined with our three sweet fur babies at our feet, a prayer for our little girl to find her way to our home, and, for no occassion in particular other than selflessly wanting to make me happy, I know that I am blessed.