Cravings

When your wife is pregnant, they always warn you that she’ll develop cravings for foods or food combinations.  Sometimes it’s weird stuff like pickles and ice cream, sometimes it’s out-of-character items like Lemon-Berry Slushes from Sonic.  My wife went the semi-out-of-character route.  For a week now, she has been craving donut holes.  Donuts are usually a luxury item in our house, as we only get them once every couple of months.  This makes the eating of them that much more special and memorable.  But much to my eternal shame and growing fatness, I will admit that I am the one that always suggests when it’s time to treat ourselves again.  So, for my wife to be talking about donuts for three days straight is out of character for her.

So, this morning, I got up early, threw on some warm clothes, tried to smooth down the cowlick in the back of my hair (which decided to go rogue and stick up anyway), and trekked down to Terry’s Donuts.  I got one donut for my mom and a bag of donut holes for my wife.  The elation on my wife’s face when she saw the bag was priceless and totally worth the effort.  I have never seen her so excited about anything in my life.  She didn’t even wait 10 seconds before she was already dipping her hand into the bag and grabbing one of the warm, sugar-covered balls and popping it into her mouth.

Her eyes closed as her jaw slowly chewed and savored the tiny morsel.  A satisfied moan escaped her closed lips, and a contented smile crept across her face.  When the moment was over, she slowly opened her shining eyes and smiled at me.  She kissed me on the cheek, a sugary kiss, and said into my ear, “You are the sweetest man in the world.”  And it was all worth it.