Last night my wife Wendy was making lunches for our two boys, Dylan and David.
As I walked through the kitchen and saw her putting mustard on one of the sandwiches I noticed that the top section of bread had a mustard trail in the shape of a heart. The bottom piece of bread was a smiley face.
In my pessimism I asked her why she would go to the trouble of doing this when it was obvious they would never even look at the inside of the sandwich or notice this.
She looked at me sheepishly and smiled. "I don' t know," she said.
"Do you ever put those hearts on my sandwiches?" I asked her.
She reached over, unwrapped my sandwich and showed me the inside of my baloney sandwich. The mustard-shaped heart was a silent testimony of her love for me.
We both stood there with tears in our eyes and smiled at each other.
I am so very loved.
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