This guy always cooks for me....no matter how long he has worked or what time it is he is always willing to fire up the stove. And he is a good cook. Raised by an Italian mother, he knows how to make yummy food. This is probably why I weigh more than I ever have in my life. Also the reason why I haven't and couldn't eat jar spaghetti sauce in the past seven years. What I find to be a chore after a long day, he finds effortless. Now the assignment was to document when you love them the most. This is just a glimmer of one of the times I love him most. He is the husband who buys flowers for no reason or sings me a song a love song in front of an audience. I am definitely spoiled. A romantic.....although if he could just take the trash out I would really be over the moon.....This is joy of love: day 25
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