I decide to make my wife one of her favorite dishes for dinner.
It's an emotional thing, in the kitchen, cutting and chopping, sauteing and stirring, and I fail to hear her approach behind me.
She touches me gently on the shoulder and I turn to her, tears in my eyes.
"French onion soup, wow!"
I'll be damned if she doesn't have tears in her eyes, too!
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