Today I burnt a batch of cookies. Not just any cookies, but mom's amazing molasses cookies. They are full of love and fall-y goodness, and I burnt them. And I was pretty upset. With all the things I can't control in my life, I really enjoy dominating in the kitchen. And the burnt cookies were really at the end of a migraine inducing long, hard, stressful day.
As I was putting the cookies on a cooling rack to prevent further burning by leaving them in the cookie sheet, the following conversation ensued:
Emily: I burnt the cookies. I hate burning cookies.
Justin: But you're good at what you do.
Emily: Somedays.... (Sigh)
Justin: Days like today.
I am really grateful for a boy who takes care of/puts up with me on my bad days. It's not all smooth waters, and I not entirely sure what's going to happen down the line, but for this season of my life I'm a pretty lucky girl to have him.
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