Papaya for dessert

I have had the tastiest desserts this weekend. Last night, when I was down in Chicago celebrating Mother's Day with my Mom, we went to this italian restaurant where they make all their pasta from scratch and all their ingredients are local. They made a honeyed Panna Cotta with Rhubarb Jam....holy God was it good. Merciful heavens! I have resolved to try making my own, what a delicious experiment that will be. Tonight I carved up the papaya I just bought and one last wedge wouldn't fit in the container so I sprinkled it in lime juice and ate it. I stood over the counter with juice running down my hands. I stood there reveling in my treat, while Jim cleaned out mouse traps at the sink (the no-kill kind) I stood there eating my papaya and watching the back of Jim's head and thinking about how this would not be nearly as exciting a thing to him- he's not a huge papaya fan, and how I wouldn't really want him to share this with me. He feels this way about corn on the cob, let him have that. It's one of the ways I get to be myself within our marriage, the We. Us being different, and that making space between us, makes marriage a whole lot better, more satisfying in my mind. In a couple weeks we will have been married for four years and I feel like I am just now finding the balance between us and me. I used to spend lots of mental energy on what could possibly be a deal-breaker- what is that thing I hadn't noticed before about Jim or that thing I hadn't considered before that will undo us? Numerologically, the forth year is a foundation year. I sort of look at it as the rise of one step. I never did find a deal-breaker and I have (almost completely) stopped looking.
I feel too much like Erma Bombeck.... More in the morning, I have to get into bed.