Sam got sucked into a marathon of "My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding" on Saturday. It's kind of like a car wreck. You don't want to watch but it is so hard to look away. At one point, he paused the show and rewound it so that I could hear something that one of the Gypsy wives had to say.

"To have a dinner ready for your husband when he comes home from a long day of work is the best feeling you'll ever have in the world."

Huh. I'm thinking that she may have been exaggerating a tad. The best feeling ever? In the entire world? I do feel a sense of accomplishment when I cook and I enjoy trying new things and I really like it when my family enjoys what I've made. But I can't say that plopping that roast down on the table is the best feeling ever. Let's see. Back rubs. The first time your baby smiles at  you. Hearing that one person say, "I love you." Reading a really good book. Listening to a great song. Yep. All better than having dinner ready.

Or maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe that is one of the best feelings in the world but I'm somehow missing out on it. That would be tragic because it happens four to five times a week, sometimes even more, and if it is really that awesome I'd like to reap some of the benefits of that awesomeness. I guess I'll just have to watch more episodes of the Gypsy wedding show and see if I can figure out what I'm missing.

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