I was making breakfast one Saturday morning. When I opened up the 18 count egg container (thanks Costco), I found one egg had a different color than the other 17 eggs. It wasn't a bad color just a lighter shade of brown than the rest. I recalled a story that happened the day that I got married. It was a cool September day in 2001. I remember my mom came up to me as all the bridesmaids and myself were preparing with makeup and hair. My mom says, "You know dear, you do not have to put all your eggs in one basket." Just like that, my mom was very nonchalant with her comment, and I did not understand to what she was referring. So I asked her, "What are you talking about mom?" And she continues to say, "You know maybe you should consider keeping your options open." And I respond, "About what?" Now mind you my patience was running low and I think I may have audibly sighed at this point. My mom continues to say, "If you are not ready to get married, I will understand." Granted it was not a very touching moment to hear my mom say this to me on the day of my wedding, but in hindsight, my husband and I laugh about this story. My only explanation to my mother's concern was just that, concern for her youngest daughter making a life-altering decision. Albeit, the timing was way off. As I examined the different egg I saw no cracks or other blemishes. I proceeded to crack the shell and open it up and found that the yolk and egg white were as expected. The taste was perfect (after cooking it sunny-side up).
I would never know at the time just by looking at my then soon-to-be-husband, that day in September that he would be 'The One.' Do not get me wrong, of course I had expectations and dreams of my husband. And what I vowed to him that September day I truly felt in my heart and continue to feel. Only after almost 7 years of marriage and 3 kids I can truly say he is perfect, and I am glad I did, "put all my eggs in one basket!"
I was making breakfast one Saturday morning. When I opened up the 18 count egg container (thanks Costco), I found one egg had a different color than the other 17 eggs. It wasn't a bad color just a lighter shade of brown than the rest. I recalled a story that happened the day that I got married. It was a cool September day in 2001. I remember my mom came up to me as all the bridesmaids and myself were preparing with makeup and hair. My mom says, "You know dear, you do not have to put all your eggs in one basket." Just like that, my mom was very nonchalant with her comment, and I did not understand to what she was referring. So I asked her, "What are you talking about mom?" And she continues to say, "You know maybe you should consider keeping your options open." And I respond, "About what?" Now mind you my patience was running low and I think I may have audibly sighed at this point. My mom continues to say, "If you are not ready to get married, I will understand." Granted it was not a very touching moment to hear my mom say this to me on the day of my wedding, but in hindsight, my husband and I laugh about this story. My only explanation to my mother's concern was just that, concern for her youngest daughter making a life-altering decision. Albeit, the timing was way off. As I examined the different egg I saw no cracks or other blemishes. I proceeded to crack the shell and open it up and found that the yolk and egg white were as expected. The taste was perfect (after cooking it sunny-side up). 
I would never know at the time just by looking at my then soon-to-be-husband, that day in September that he would be 'The One.' Do not get me wrong, of course I had expectations and dreams of my husband. And what I vowed to him that September day I truly felt in my heart and continue to feel. Only after almost 7 years of marriage and 3 kids I can truly say he is perfect, and I am glad I did, "put all my eggs in one basket!"
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