After coming home from a weekend away from my love, I walked into him making dinner. A total sweetheart. He went on to tell me about the dish he was making:

Him: “Several years ago (back in ‘98) when I was interning in New York, a girl taught some of us this amazing Italian dish. I’ve tried it 3 times including tonight and I mess it up EVERY time. I’m even messing it up now. It’s so frustrating but I really want to conquer this dish. I wish I knew what it was. It was a rustic dish with thin noodles, eggs, bacon, peas. It didn’t have a red sauce. God, I just wish I knew what it was so I could recreate it.”

Me: “Cabonara?”

Him: “Fuck You. Where were you in 2000 when I messed this up, huh?”

We both laughed.

This is the epitome of our partnership. When one is stumped, confused, frustrated grasping at straws (and maybe has been for a long time) on an issue, the other comes in and figures out the solution. When one doesn’t have the energy to think anymore, the other becomes ‘in charge’. It was a hilarious if-you-heard-it-in-a-movie-you-would-say-‘yeah-right’ moment. But it is exactly us.