So my hubby wants to go for a ride this evening. We end up at Subway and I already had a bag of microwave popcorn for dinner; so wanted nothing. He ordered a footlong cold cut combo...gross. We sat and talked about home improvement projects we want to do next year. He finishes half of his sandwich and offers me a bite of the second half...I take a bite and want the whole thing. So he painstakingly picks out the cucumbers, tomatoes, and the 250 olives that were on the last six inches of his sandwich and offers it to me. I ate [almost] all of it. The entire time he was picking olives, I thought "He loves me SO much".
How awesome is that?