Hashbrowns

I love to make breakfast for my family. Morning time can be so rushed it is difficult to sit down and eat. My family loves hashbrowns. I always have so many things going that I either cook the browns too long or not long enough. Today my husband informed that my usual job of cooking the hashbrowns had gotten even worse. He offered to cook them. I am scrambling the eggs while he is overseeing the browns. Here we are side by side with our arms touching because he is such a big guy. I know he will do a better job than me cooking those hashbrowns. So here we are talking, cooking, laughing, starting our day side by side. My heart is warm thinking about this big guy that I met in college on the sidewalk. My heart is warm thinking about the tinkle and sparkle I still feel for him. I chuckle to myself thinking how special I feel that he will cook the hashbrowns because he knows I can't do it. I think how comfortable this feels, how right this feels, how unreplaceable this is. People complain about marriage becoming too familiar, too comfortable. I think they just aren't happy with simple pleasures. I don't want to have to explain to someone what I like, don't like, what I can or can't do . I don't want to wonder what to do next. I like the freedom I have with my guy. He knows me through and through like no one else. People say they want to have excitement with someone new. I have excitement with the old stuff that still makes my heart race and my soul sleep quietly at night. New sheets are itchy, rough, until washed several times. Why would I keep buying new ones just to feel that scratchy feeling. I like watching my guy cook the hashbrowns that will taste just right.