Recently Adam and I were in the kitchen.
Making pancakes for our little family together. I had music on playing cutesy love songs (because I’m a lost-cause romantic) and I was wearing my cute brown & pink apron. Even though I was doing more watching then I was cooking. We had whole wheat blueberry pancakes nearing perfection, and a little boy with blonde ringlets past his ears sitting at the table in anticipation. I was finishing the whipping cream (the fun job. ahem…taste test!!) and getting the table set. I was beyond excited! I love pancakes!! Almost as much as spaghetti.
I picked up our maple syrup container and noticed that it felt empty. Because it was empty. Because I am one of those people who puts it back on the shelf, empty, rather then in the garbage. My magical family breakfast was ruined!! And I LOVE magical moments!!! All the butter in the world couldn’t make up for the lack of syrup!! It would be like eating old popcorn, or cardboard. Suddenly, the pancakes had lost their appeal. Even the whipping cream just made me further depressed.
I grabbed the honey out of the cupboard in a last ditch effort to salvage our breakfast when Adam asked “what are you doing what that?” Over-top of the suddenly blaring and annoying love song I replied “pretending its syrup obviously”, with endless amounts of attitude.
He replied “girl, you want syrup, I will get you syrup” (all, I am Man hear me roar, like).
I expected him to put on his winter boats, and go tap a tree for some maple syrup. I peered out the window at all the evergreens and wondered how he was going to make this work.
That was when he grabbed some Sugar, some vanilla (brought back from one of our Mexico Destination weddings!) and some water. Through some bizarre combination of these items, he made homemade syrup. It could rot your insides, but it was syrup. I just stared at him in wonder as he gave me a little taste on the spoon. Quietly I whispered “you know how to make syrup Martha??”
Turns out, Adam’s family growing up, to save money, made their own syrup. Adam doesn’t remember having store bought syrup (even the unhealthy non-maple syrup kind!). Meanwhile, I thought until I was an adult and had to buy syrup for a camping trip (and noticed the price of the maple syrup vrs the basic “butter” flavored $3 syrup) that maple syrup was the only kind of syrup in existence. What a fabulously sheltered life I had lived (my mother is a health nut). Him too apparently, just in a different way. He didn’t know store bought syrup existed.
After we had a great laugh, a great meal (just as I pictured!) and some bonding time, it really got me thinking about marriage….. and how one partner’s strengths can really make up for the others weaknesses. About how you really can go at this world as a team…… when one of you falters and has no clue where to turn, the other is often there with some genius idea….or even to just merely pick you back up and tell lovingly to adjust to plan “b”. If that is one thing I have learned in my marriage is that plan B situations sometimes aren’t so bad. And if you pick the right person to co-pilot life with, it can be downright fun.
Love you Adam,