Self Love
Most mornings, my lovely wife prepares a lunch for me to take to work. Today, she was a bit rushed getting ready to go somewhere herself, so she asked if I would mind making my own lunch. I did not mind at all.
When I had finished assembling my lunch, I returned to the bathroom where my wife was fixing her hair. I said, "You know what the hardest part of making my own lunch is?"
"What's that," she replied.
"Writing that note that you often put in my lunch."
That was the hardest I had seen my wife laugh in about the last month.