I was looking forward to it in the middle of the night, when baby girl was crying from her sore throat and rubbing her nose of all its snots, as I tried to calm and comfort her.
I was looking forward to it after my sleepless, deprived, intermittent sleep, where baby girl’s cries, insane rain pounding against the windows, and my personal tumultuous thoughts, kept me awake.
I was looking forward to it as there was even more rain, driving 100km on the Monash to work this morning, my wipers on the fastest speed, trying to see past the dangerously blurry vision.
I was looking forward to it when I took my morning walk through the icy air to get my work coffee of the day.
And I was looking forward to it as I slogged away at work, type type typing, sit sit sitting…
Counting down the seconds… minutes… hours.
And then earlier this evening, I got it.
Simply, Pizza. Isn’t it just the best? When Hubbie mentioned a couple of days ago, “I’m craving pizza,” suddenly, I was craving it too.
We both had some smashing good slices tonight. I mean, how amazing is this food, really? So universal, such a crowd pleaser. It can come with as outrageous toppings as you please, or as simple as you request. It is really all up to you.
Ham… cheese… sauce… vegies… seafood… on some dough? Baked in an oven?
Heaven. Nom nom nom.
It’s the simple things tonight…
That are the big things.