Que Sera, Sera
This past weekend we really had it out. Had it out like there were tears from both sides and some things were laid down that should have been years ago.
It was rough.
But I do believe that our relationship will only get stronger from it, and it had to happen.
Anyways, once we were both done, he reached over, patted my belly, and said "All right - this shit's done now right? We never discuss it again. Now it's just about this baby."
To which I agreed, we hugged, and everything was right with the universe again.
As I mentioned earlier this week, we threw an impromptu brunch for some of my mom's family on Sunday. We went to church Saturday, so we decided that since Sunday morning was free, we would spend that morning cooking up a storm for the rest of the family that would get there around lunch time.
The storm turned into more of a typhoon, with so much food being prepared that my mom and I actually started the afternoon of the day before. We had pancakes, sausage, quiche, breakfast cake, biscuits, fruit, mini cheesecakes, eggs, hashbrown casserole (which is to die for - mmmmm), orange juice, coffee, you name it, we made it.
Everything turned out awesome, and the meal was a success. Yay!
One of the best parts about the day? My dad showing his excitement about Butterbean by making me an entire plate of baby pancakes for "his grandbaby". He even went so far as to reprimand everyone who stole one, and then updated me on who the culprits were.
It was the cutest thing and I laughed for ages.