Tuesday's find Nate and I inhaling dinner as he has a 6pm class and I leave a few minutes later for Zumba.
Tonight was no different.
I boiled some eggs, chopped up some deli ham, and threw together whatever I found in the refrigerator for any easy dinner of chef salads. And as Nate and I sat down to devour the contents on our plate, Nate proclaimed it my "signature dish," to which my fork paused in mid-air and my response "Huh?" rang out in confusion. I couldn't remember making a chef salad in a long time. And I'm pretty sure if questioned about my signature dish, chef salads would not have come to mind. He explained that when we were dating, we ate them all the time at my old place. Mind you, that was less than a year ago! While it seemed vaguely familiar when he mentioned it, I barely remembered that as being a memorable part of our dating experience or a frequent meal. It also made me start to think about what other things in my life are "signature" that I'm not aware of.
I think it's amazing what little self awareness I have at times. Or perhaps it's a case of a bad memory as I often struggle to remember what happened the day before. I suppose if I can't remember yesterday it's hard to remember a pattern of behaviors!
But on the flip side it is humbling to have a person to point out those things that are uniquely you. Even when you don't realize it. Because it says they've been watching. They care.
And this is what I found beautiful about being married today.
Nate knew something about me that I didn't, or I had forgotten.
And I had the gift of him reminding me.
There were little treasures in that moment.
But now that I know he is paying attention, I think I will start working on a new signature dish.
I don't want to be known for chef salads.
