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Happy Mommy

Yes. I'm a happy Mommy. (And, um, it has way more to do than having a happy chonch, btw you goobs.)

And that scares me to infinity.

I've been in this situation before. About eight years before. Meeting my husband, falling in love, marrying him, having our daughter and not exactly living happily ever after. Not even close.

But this time it feels safe. Because of experience. Because of him. Because we both know what our priorities are. And because we both know how good it can be and what is important to us in a relationship. I guess you have to kiss a whole mess of frogs [um can you say cheating, faithless, worthless bastards?] before you find the prince. He listens to me and is so giving, loving and honest. (um, and he's just a sexy motherfucker!)

What an incredibly good man he is.

I hope I know him my whole life. I hope I can make him happy.

Because I've waited long enough for him to find me.

Damnit.

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It was a great weekend.

Saturday night was a party with my local forum friends. It was crazy and hilarious, and for the first time in years, I actually got a bit drunk (which is not going to happen again probably for a few more years) but it was still really fun. Chef and I were late (heh), but he cooked up some prime rib and chicken fajitas and then got his Chef Style on. He was ridiculous and sweet at the same time. Both flirting with all the girls and then coming up and telling me the sweetest things. Kissing me and the glances my way with that look in his eyes. Whispering in my ear and making me laugh.

He is crazy and lovely at the same time.

I spent Sunday at Sis #1's house. Chef worked all day and then offered to come over and cook dinner for all of us. He is like magic in the kitchen (heh, and the bedroom, but I'm keeping that to myself for now).

It was hypnotic. My sister, brother-in-law and I watched and he mixed, sauteed, grilled up the most amazing dinner. Steak with bearnaise-sauce, grilled zucchini, mushrooms and onions, and a mixed salad with toasted pine-nuts and lemon cilantro dressing (which was exquisite), and my brother-in-law broke out a great wine (which is something I'd love Chef to teach me more about).

I absolutely love it when he cooks. His enthusiasm is like a little kid. He's so passionate and loving, and gives his whole heart when he cooks. It's really beautiful. Like magic.

We then hung out with them, and I could tell that they liked him very much. My sister invited him to work a cooking demo for her bunko party, and my brother-in-law invited him to go play golf (which really floored me). They talked about scotch and wine and food and fishing and traveling and France and we could have talked for hours.

Mmmmm the discussion on chocolate alone was orgasmic. He described a dish he created for a cooking competition that he said was like a volcano - filled with "chocolate lava." My sister said she was going to have a dream about that.

It was the first time I was proud to bring someone around my family. Because I felt like he is on their level - Educated, experienced, generous, funny. And not trying to be some pompous asshole. He impressed them, but it wasn't like he was trying too hard. I've brought a few around to meet them (Dr. E, thongboy, Zoe's dad), but none of them seemed to spark more than a "oh, he's nice." or "he seems pretty cool."

This time there was a genuine interest. The conversation wasn't strained and it all felt so cozy and easy. Mostly I could tell that they were happy that I am seeing someone well ... worthy of me. Someone that I don't have to make excuses for (Zoe's dad), or explain some type of complicated uncomfortable situation (Dr. E - the not calling thing).

I don't think I can quite explain how nice that was.

And then yesterday. Finally a chance to sleep in.

Oh ... uncomfortable moment #32759834795. Zoe's dad took her to see Shrek 2 yesterday. When he showed up, I introduced him to Chef, which was pretty awkward to begin with (since he's NEVER met anyone I've dated, nor did I ever want him to). But when he returned her, I was just getting, um ... out of the shower, so Chef had to answer the door. It was just kind of strange, but not horribly so.

Then we hung out. Grocery shopped. And he took Zoe swimming for an hour (her new hero) while I took a nap. He calls her Z-Kat (Zoe Katherine). She's like his little sidekick. He said he will teach her to cook (since I have already taught her how to ... er, microwave)

[aside]It was fucking Africa hot yesterday, btw. I am dreading the entire summer.

He made us some dinner and then we put Zoe to bed and stayed up talking about what we wanted and where we were going with this. He then showed me why his Chef Style is the bomb. Woot! And then I showed him why dating an older woman is just dead sexy.

The only downer of the weekend is that my health is kinda shitty. I think all this partying, housekeeping (my sister's casa and mine) and lack of sleep is starting to lower my immunity a bit. My kidneys are kind of achy and I'm pretty tired. Not to mention I hurt my back picking up Zoe this morning. The aleve is doing NADA.

But back to the Year of the Deb. I'm dragging my ass to the gym tonight, and my sweets has been taking care of my healthy diet (and some *ahem* exercise too - heee).

Anyway, I know what I have to do. Don't worry. I'm still feeling rather sweet.

And I love you all.

Damn. I am going soft.

So ... well fuck y'all, then. Hahahaha

Peace and Paprika to you.

Sorry for the gushing. I'm just really overwhelmed right now.

But in a delightful way.

Posted by debutaunt at June 1, 2004 12:49 PM | TrackBack