Camp Eggs

This Picture has nothing to do with the post...I just could not not include it :)

So I think I can say I have mastered the scramble egg. I make them every morning for Miss A and feel so proud when my beautiful eggs, steamy and golden are scooped on the plate. I recently made an extra serving for Jeremy one morning and felt like such the housewife. It was exciting, exactly how I imagined my life would be someday. Up early, in the kitchen, apron on, coffee brewing and eggs sizzling. I had even re heated a piece of steak form the night before to eat with his eggs...(yeah now we are talking wife of the year, steak and eggs all before 7:00 am). I proudly presented him with his plate and eagerly waited a response.( He had no idea the pressure I was putting on him to say something) Jeremy is the greatest man I know! He is loving, caring, protective and loves God more than anyone I know, but he doesn't show emotion or excitement like my unrealistic self would like. I wanted him to stand up, swing me around in his arms and say, " these are the best eggs I have ever eaten, you are the best wife". Instead our conversation went something like this....
me: Do you like your breakfast?
Jeremy: Mmm Hmm
me: Well what do you think about the steak?
Jeremy: It is good.
me: Well what do you think about the eggs? ( keep in mind these are the same egg that Miss A goes crazy for, eats up in 5 mins., and asks for more)
Jeremy: They are alright.
I thought, ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.....what? 
Jeremy: They are kinda like camp eggs, I don't really like camp eggs.
I thought, what in the world are camp eggs? Excuse me...they do not serve these kinds of eggs at camp!
me: (said calmly) What are camp eggs? ( I never went to camp and sometimes don't understand camp references, especially camp eggs.
Jeremy: You know camp, eggs.
me: nope. ( you can probably sense my tone)
Jeremy: They are just kinda wet, I like my eggs a little burnt, dry.
me: got it. ( I had visions of me throwing the plate in the air and storming out crying, ripping my apron off...dramatic... I know) but instead I took a deep breath and appreciated his simple honesty. He in no way meant to hurt my feelings, he was just being honest and I asked. ( Jeremy's honesty is something I love, but can also hate at times :)
 Today the whole conversation just makes me laugh..I had such high expectations of his reaction to my camp eggs breakfast. He had no idea the ideals I was putting him up against.  My feelings were hurt for just a minute and then it was over and I was excited to make eggs again for him another day. NO camp eggs in this house! I love my roll of wife and mom. I love discovering what makes Jeremy happy and Ashtyn happy. Even simple things like how he likes his eggs...What a privilege. (I know it sounds crazy, but someone might understand what I mean..or you can just think I am crazy, either way I am happy). I am so excited to start my dream job as stay at mom in 18 days! I can't believe it is finally here. I have dreamt my whole life of this. It's all I have ever wanted to be. Thank you Jeremy for the opportunity to live my dream, fulfill my purpose.
* This post is random and if you are even reading this it means you made it through the end....Congrats!  HA!