Confession is Good for the Soul

I have a confession to make.  One I am not proud of.  Living in close proximity has been good for us.  Gary talks more....even when it's not what I want to hear.  Know what he told me last week?  He said I never baked cookies just for him. 

 I have baked thousands of cookies over the last 31 years.  But never just a "Here honey, I made these for you."

He always gets the burnt ones 😬. You know, the broken and over cooked ones you can't give away to someone. 

 He did say I do ask his input on Christmas cookies.   But to make cookies for no reason other than to bless my husband....hasn't happened.

 So one day after work this week I started on a batch of chocolate chip cookies.  BTW, get yourself some friends with great recipes!!  A coworker made me cookies before I left and they were amazing.  Thankfully she shared her recipe!!!

 Gary actually prefers the raw cookie dough to the actual cookie.  So after I started the first batch in the oven, I headed outside to find him with a spoon full of cookie dough in hand.  I found him at the back of the RV and handed him the spoon.  As he gobbled down the yummy sweetness he said, "made cookies for the new neighbors?".  "Nope" I replied.  "Oh, then who?" He questioned.  "You, babe.  I made them just for you."  💕

 Now, because neither of us need an entire batch of cookies in the house, I put the dough in the freezer

  Friday, I pulled another hunk out and he had cookies again....just for him!

 I really need to pay more attention.  Lord, teach me how to honor my husband.  Remind me that my first ministry is right here.  Forgive me when I put others before him.  I want to be the best wife I can be.  💕