Spinach-Feta

Last week, David and I went to Great Harvest and as we were leaving, I asked the girl what day they make spinach-feta bread. She said Monday, and I told David we had to get it sometime because it is divine and then we left and I forgot all about it.

Tonight, David came home with groceries for dinner, along with a loaf of spinach-feta bread. And even though, typing this, I realize that this probably seems like the smallest thing, I was thrilled to death that he would remember and I felt, for the millionth time, that there is nothing at all better than getting to live my life with him.